Mark Knopfler "All The Roadrunning" Слова пісні

All The Roadrunning

A million miles our vagabond heelsClocked up beneath the clouds,They're counting down to show timeWhen we do it for real with the crowds.Air miles are owing,But they don't come for free,And they don't give you any for pain,But if it's all for nothingAll the roadrunning'sBeen in vain.

The rimshots come down like cannon fireAnd thunder off the wall.There's a man in every corner,And each one is giving his all.This is my fife,This is my drum,So you never will hear me complain,And if it's all for nothing,All the roadrunning'sBeen in vain.

All the roadrunning...All the roadrunning...

Well, if you're inclinedTo go up on the wall,It can only be fast and high,And those who don't like the dangerSoon find something different to try.When there's only a ringin' in your earsAnd an echo down memory lane,But if it's all for nothingAll the roadrunning'sBeen in vain.

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...

The show's packing up,I sit and watch the convoyLeaving town.There's no pretending I'm not a fool,For riding around and around.Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of deathYou showed me one time on the plane,But if it's all for nothing,All the roadrunning'sBeen in vain.

A million miles of vagabond skyClocked up above the clouds.I'm still your man for the roaming,For as long as there's roamin' allowed.There'll be a rider,And there'll be a wallAs long as the dreamer remains,And if it's all for nothing,All the roadrunning'sBeen in vain.

All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...All the roadrunning, all the roadrunning...