RUN!

So push on hard on ribbon road Past the centres of ill abode Just yellow globes on concrete poles Hey man this place is getting old And so your plans run out of sync And all these dreams will turn to drink The lights are on, but no one's home There's nothing here for flesh and bone Run on now, run on As all your stories remain untold And all your promise is turning cold Well, heres a place where passions thin The underpasses of your sin And theres the path to better days Smash through the mud and evening haze To coal black hollows bathed midnight green These are the valleys of your dreams Run on now, run on And in the distance these hollow ghosts Will play the parts of perfect hosts Just hanging on, or hanging out There's nothing here to shout about Run on now, run on