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