Mark Knopfler - All The Roadrunning

A million miles our vagabond heels

Clocked up beneath the clouds,

They're counting down to show time

When we do it for real with the crowds.

Air miles are owing,

But they don't come for free,

And they don't give you any for pain,

But if it's all for nothing

All the roadrunning's

Been in vain.

The rimshots come down like cannon fire

And thunder off the wall.

There's a man in every corner,

And each one is giving his all.

This is my fife,

This is my drum,

So you never will hear me complain,

And if it's all for nothing,

All the roadrunning's

Been in vain.

All the roadrunning...

All the roadrunning...

Well, if you're inclined

To go up on the wall,

It can only be fast and high,

And those who don't like the danger

Soon find something different to try.

When there's only a ringin' in your ears

And an echo down memory lane,

But if it's all for nothing

All the roadrunning's

Been in vain.

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

The show's packing up,

I sit and watch the convoy

Leaving town.

There's no pretending I'm not a fool,

For riding around and around.

Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death

You showed me one time on the plane,

But if it's all for nothing,

All the roadrunning's

Been in vain.

A million miles of vagabond sky

Clocked up above the clouds.

I'm still your man for the roaming,

For as long as there's roamin' allowed.

There'll be a rider,

And there'll be a wall

As long as the dreamer remains,

And if it's all for nothing,

All the roadrunning's

Been in vain.

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...