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C Am Dm Am
1. a million miles our vegabond heels
F C
clocked up beneath the clouds
Dm Am G
they're counting down to showtime
C Am F
when we'll do it for real with the crowds
Dm G Am F
Air miles are owning but they don't come for free
C Am F
And they don't give you any for pain
F C G
but if it's all for nothing
C Am F C
all the roadrunning, has been in vain
C Am C F C
2. The rimshots come down like cannon fire
and thunders off the wall
there's a man in every corner
and each one's giving his all
this is my piper, this is my drum
so you'll never will hear me complain
and if it's all for nothing
all the roadrunning has been in vain
F G
all the roadrunning
F C
all the roadrunning
3. Well if you’re inclined to go up on the wall
It can only be fast and high
And those who don’t like the danger soon
Find something different to try
And when there is only a ring in your ears
And an echo down memory lane
Then if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
4. The show’s packing up, i sit and I watch
The carnival eaving town
There’s no pretending that I’m not a fool
For riding around and around
Like the pictures you keep of your old wall of death
You showed me one time on the plane
But if it’s all for nothing
All the roadrunning, has been in vain
C Am C F C
5. I've a million miles of vagabond sky
Clocked up above the clouds
And i’m still your man for the roaming
For as long as there's roaming allowed
There’ll be a rider and there’ll be a wall
As long as the dream remains
And if it’s all for nothing
All the road running, it’s been in vain
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunning
All the roadrunnung
C Am C F C