Running on, running on empty Running on, running blind. Running on, running into the sun But I'm running behind. - Jackson Browne

It's such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery
As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free
I thought I was a child, until you turned and smiled

Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances Who'll come along And hold out that strong But gentle fathers hand?

Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light.
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night.
Somebody's calling after somebody,
Somebody turns the corner out of sight,
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night.<p>Tender is the night.
When you hold your baby tight,
Tender are the motions, tender is the night.