Lyrics Pete Townshend – Nowhere To Run

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives ya slow, for this dream never ends
All my family and all my friends know there’s nowhere to run

In the morning they head for the sun

Michael’s rowing?
Where’s he going?
What’s she saying?
But that’s right, yeah that’s right

Ghost of old sailor, long since been dead
Smokin’ his pipe and he’s scratchin’ his head
It’s bad news but I heard what he said
He said there’s a-nowhere to run

Michael’s rowing?
Where’s he going?
What’s she saying?
But that’s right, oh that’s right

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives ya slow, for this dream never ends
All my family and all my friends know there’s a-nowhere to run