She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died

And her mama believed
Every man could be free
So her mama got high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
Where he knew that she belonged
He failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need to know to carry on
He taught her how to
Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run
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

She stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fight through the pouring rain, oh
And she's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
She smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on, oh yeah
Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run
♪
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
♪
And she's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places
She knows she still belongs
She smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on, oh-oh-oh
Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run
Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run

Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run
Run, baby, run, baby
Run, baby, run, baby, run
'Cause the arms of the familiar
And their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say so long
Oh-oh, yeah
Baby sure never loves to run
Baby loves to run
♪
Applause for Lucius