She was born in November 1963
  The day Aldous Huxley died
  And her mama believed
  That every man could be free
  So her mama got high, high, high
  And her daddy marched on Birmingham
  Singing mighty protest songs
  And he pictured all the places
  That he knew that she belonged
  But he failed and taught her young
  The only thing she's need to carry on
  He taught her how to
    Run baby run baby run baby run
  Baby run
    Past the arms of the familiar
  And their talk of better days
  To the comfort of the strangers
  Slipping out before they say
  so long
  Baby loves to run
    She counts out all her money
  In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
  Stares hopeful out the window
  At the workers fighting
  Through the pouring rain
  She's searching through the stations
  For an unfamiliar song
  And she's pictures all the places
  Where she knows she still belongs
  And she smiles the secret smile
  Because she knows exactly how
  To carry on
    So run baby run baby run baby run
  Baby run
    From the old familiar faces and
  Their old familiar ways
  To the comfort of the strangers
  Slipping out before they say
  So long
  Baby loves to run