I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so
(fading by degrees: civilization is passing him by, global warming, the cities are not all they seem, they will pass away)
I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below
(he must be on an airplane, to be flying over backyards, he has a bird's eye view of what seems to be the South- country homes and ranches..?)
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
(i sense he says we're all but a chaff in the wind, do we really know who we are, or whats going on? but we live life to our ability anyway...we seem fragile, cause we need that saving grace as well)
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
(we look to the outside to save us, like our environment or someone else can save us- thats a bit about the concept of grace in christianity but not all)
I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens
(he seems to be looking for grace in another place- possibly a place where its hypocritical, drinks on every floor but amens??)
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?
You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure
(i wonder why this family is so cramped in this house? could he be talking about a catostrophe to make them lived cramped and desperately?)
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?
I still dont know whose viewpoint he's talking about, like whose really singing this song, i know I'm not near correct but i wanted to give my take on it
You�re rolling up the carpet
Of your father�s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there�s a corner of the floor
They�re telling you is yours
You�re confident but not really sure
You�re rolling up the carpet
Of your father�s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there�s a corner of the floor
They�re telling you is yours
You�re confident but not really sure
I kind of take this line as describing someone who has left their comfort zone (no headroom for expansion) and while having attained a new station in life and excelling, that person cant help but question when the headroom for expansion will run out again or be dictated by authority figures who "tell you what corner of the floor is yours"....
I kind of take this line as describing someone who has left their comfort zone (no headroom for expansion) and while having attained a new station in life and excelling, that person cant help but question when the headroom for expansion will run out again or be dictated by authority figures who "tell you what corner of the floor is yours".
I’m passing sleeping cities Fading by degrees Not believing all I see to be so
(fading by degrees: civilization is passing him by, global warming, the cities are not all they seem, they will pass away)
I’m flyin’ over backyards Country homes and ranches Watching life between the branches below
(he must be on an airplane, to be flying over backyards, he has a bird's eye view of what seems to be the South- country homes and ranches..?)
And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby?
(i sense he says we're all but a chaff in the wind, do we really know who we are, or whats going on? but we live life to our ability anyway...we seem fragile, cause we need that saving grace as well)
You keep running for another place To find that saving grace
(we look to the outside to save us, like our environment or someone else can save us- thats a bit about the concept of grace in christianity but not all)
I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns Past statues that atone for my sins There’s a guard on every door And a drink on every floor Overflowing with a thousand amens
(he seems to be looking for grace in another place- possibly a place where its hypocritical, drinks on every floor but amens??)
And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don’t you baby?
You’re rolling up the carpet Of your father’s two-room mansion No headroom for expansion no more And there’s a corner of the floor They’re telling you is yours You’re confident but not really sure
(i wonder why this family is so cramped in this house? could he be talking about a catostrophe to make them lived cramped and desperately?)
And it’s hard to say Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don’t you baby?
You keep running for another place To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?
I still dont know whose viewpoint he's talking about, like whose really singing this song, i know I'm not near correct but i wanted to give my take on it
when I listen to song I can enjoy it too!
You�re rolling up the carpet Of your father�s two-room mansion No headroom for expansion no more And there�s a corner of the floor They�re telling you is yours You�re confident but not really sure
You�re rolling up the carpet Of your father�s two-room mansion No headroom for expansion no more And there�s a corner of the floor They�re telling you is yours You�re confident but not really sure
I kind of take this line as describing someone who has left their comfort zone (no headroom for expansion) and while having attained a new station in life and excelling, that person cant help but question when the headroom for expansion will run out again or be dictated by authority figures who "tell you what corner of the floor is yours"....
I kind of take this line as describing someone who has left their comfort zone (no headroom for expansion) and while having attained a new station in life and excelling, that person cant help but question when the headroom for expansion will run out again or be dictated by authority figures who "tell you what corner of the floor is yours".