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...