Lyrics John Mark McMillan – Philadelphia
Text:
You step through me
And the screen door
Hits the wood
And you’re packing all your things
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
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
Album
John Mark McMillan – The Medicine
