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john mark mcmillan - philadelphia

you step through me

and the screen door hits the wood

and your packing all your things

you say your moving out to there to hollywood

and i can't do a thing

you say there's nothing for you

in this cardboard town

and every bridge you cross

your gonna burn it to the ground

you wont listen to a word that i'm telling ya

so who's running through the 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 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 every body's got your number

in a plexy glass town

where the birds 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

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 the things you carry around

in the closet of your mind

and the days keep coming man

they never fail ya

your never gonna run away

from what your hanging round your head

from what you said