Lyrics
you step through me, and the screen door, hits the wood, and you're packing all your things, you say you're moving out there to, hollywood, and i can't do a thing, when you say, there's nothing for you, in this cardboard town, and every bridge you cross, you're gonna burn it to the ground, and you won't listen to a word that, i'm telling ya, so who's running, through these halls in the houses of pain, that are staring back at me, like the ocean from a plane, and i swear i've seen your eyes, in the ghost of philadelphia, i think about you, late at night sometimes, when i can't sleep, cause i can hear the train, it's always there, you just don't know it, till a quarter to three, you just can't hear it in the day, when everybody's, got your number, in this plexiglass town, where the birds, they ain't got wings, but no one makes a sound, cause they all know how to fly, just i wouldn't buy, what they're selling ya, so who's running, through these halls, in the houses of pain, that are staring back at me, like the ocean from a plane, i swear i've seen your eyes, in the ghost of philadelphia, i run into your old man, every once and again, mostly in the spring, reminds me of our younger and, more genuine days when, you weren't so out of reach, still for all your running, you just can't change a mile, of what you carry around, in the closet of your mind, and the days keep coming man, they never fail ya, you're never gonna run away, what you're hanging round your head, you're never gonna run away, what you're hanging round your head, you're never gonna run away, what you're hanging round your head, and i'm never gonna run away, from what you said
Song details
Artist: mcmillan, john mark