John Mark McMillan - Philadelphia lyrics
[John Mark McMillan - Philadelphia lyrics]
You step through me and the
Screen door hit's the wood
And you're packing all your things
You say you're moving out there to Hollywood
And I can't do a thing
When you say there's nothing for
You in this cardboard town
And every bridge you cross
You're gonna burn it to the ground
And you won't listen to a
Word that I'm telling ya
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
In this plexiglass town
Where the birds they ain't got wings
But no one makes a sound 'cause
They all know how to fly
Just I wouldn't buy what they're selling ya
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 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
From what you're hanging 'round your head
You're never gonna run away
From what you're hanging 'round your head
You're never gonna run away
From what you're hanging 'round your head
And I'm never gonna run away
From what you said
Screen door hit's the wood
And you're packing all your things
You say you're moving out there to Hollywood
And I can't do a thing
When you say there's nothing for
You in this cardboard town
And every bridge you cross
You're gonna burn it to the ground
And you won't listen to a
Word that I'm telling ya
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
In this plexiglass town
Where the birds they ain't got wings
But no one makes a sound 'cause
They all know how to fly
Just I wouldn't buy what they're selling ya
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 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
From what you're hanging 'round your head
You're never gonna run away
From what you're hanging 'round your head
You're never gonna run away
From what you're hanging 'round your head
And I'm never gonna run away
From what you said