Philadelphia - John Mark McMillan

You step through me And the screen door

Hits 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

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

And I’m never gonna run away

From what you said