So push on hard on ribbon road
Past the centres of ill abode
Just yellow globes on concrete poles
Hey man this place is getting old
And so your plans run out of sync
And all these dreams will turn to drink
The lights are on, but no one's home
There's nothing here for flesh and bone
Run on now, run on
As all your stories remain untold
And all your promise is turning cold
Well, heres a place where passions thin
The underpasses of your sin
And theres the path to better days
Smash through the mud and evening haze
To coal black hollows bathed midnight green
These are the valleys of your dreams
Run on now, run on
And in the distance these hollow ghosts
Will play the parts of perfect hosts
Just hanging on, or hanging out
There's nothing here to shout about
Run on now, run on