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A million miles our vagabond wheels
Clocked up beneath the clouds
Theyre counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing but they dont come for free
And they dont give you any for pain
But if its all for nothing
All the road running has been in vain
The rim shots come down like cannon fire
And thunder off the wall
Theres a man in every corner
And each one is giving his all
But this is my piper, this is my drum
So you never will hear me complain
And if its all for nothing
All the road running has been in vain
All the road running
All the road running
Well if youre inclined to go up on the wall
It can only be fast and high
And those who dont like the danger soon
Find something different to try
And when there is only a ring in your ears
And an echo down memory lane
Then if its all for nothing
All the road running has been in vain
All the road running
All the road running
The shows packing up, i sit and I watch
The carnival eaving town
Theres no pretending that Im 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 its all for nothing
All the road running,its been in vain
I've a million miles of vagabond sky
Clocked up above the clouds
And im still your man for the roaming
For as long as there's roaming allowed
Therell be a rider and therell be a wall
As long as the dream remains
And if its all for nothing
All the road running its been in vain
All the road running
All the road running