John Mark Mcmillan - Philadelphia lyrics

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 plexigla** 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