All the Roadrunning

A million miles our vagabond wheels Clocked up beneath the clouds They're counting down to the showtime 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 Has been in vain The rim shots 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 piper, this is my drum So you never will hear me complain And if it's all for nothing All the roadrunning Has 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 And when there is only a ring in your ears And an echo down memory lane And if it's all for nothing All the roadrunning Has 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 leavin' town And 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 a plane But if it's all for nothing All the roadrunning Has been in vain Of a million miles of vagabond sky Clocked up above the clouds And I'm still your man for the roaming For as long as there's roaming 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 Has 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