All the RoadRunning

A million miles, our vagabond heels clocked up beneath the clouds
 They're counting down to show time when we do it for real with the crowds
 Air miles are owing, but they don't come for free
 And they don't give you any for pain
 But if it's all for nothing, all the roadrunning has been in vain
 The rimshots come down like cannon fire and thunder off the wall
 There's a man in every corner and each one is giving his all
 This is my piper, this is my drum, so you never will hear me complain
 And if it's all for nothing, all the roadrunning has been in vain
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 Well if you're inclined to go up on the wall, it can only be fast and high
 And those who don't like the danger, soon find something different to try
 But, when there's only a ringin' in your ears and an echo down memory lane
 And if it's all for nothing, all the roadrunning has been in vain
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 The show's packing up, I sit and watch the convoy leaving town
 And there's no pretending I'm not a fool for riding around and around
 Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
 You showed me one time on the plane
 But if it's all for nothing, all the roadrunning has been in vain
 Of a million miles of vagabond sky clocked up above the clouds
 And I'm still your man for the roaming for as long as there's roaming allowed
 There'll be a rider and there'll be a wall as long as the dreamer remains
 And if it's all for nothing, all the roadrunning has been in vain
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning
 All the roadrunning