Текст John Mark McMillan – Philadelphia

You step through me
And the screen door
Hits the wood
And you’re packing all your things

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

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