Saving Grace

I'm passing sleeping cities
Faded by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so
I'm flying over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Arching life between the branches below
And it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you break
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
I'm moving on alone
Over ground that no one owns
Past statues and ten foot high ceilings
There's a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand meanings
And it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you break
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
You're rolling up the carpet
Of your father's two room mansions
No headroom for expansion no more
There's a corner on the floor
They're telling you it's yours
You're confident but not really sure
And it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don't you break
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace