A million miles our vagabond   Wheels clocked up beneath the clouds   They're counting down to show time   When 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 nothing   All the road running has been in vain      The rim shots come down like cannon fire   And thunder off the wall   There's a man in every corner   And each one is giving his all      This is my piper, this is my drum   So you never will hear me complain   And if it's all for nothing   All the road running has been in vain      All the road running   All the road running      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 road running has been in vain      All the road running   All the road running   All the road running   All the road running      The show's packing up, I sit and I watch   The carnival leaving 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 death   You showed me one time on the plane   But if it's all for nothing   All the road running, it's been in vain      I've a million miles of vagabond sky   Clocked up above the clouds   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 road running   All the road running   All the road running   All the road running      All the road running   All the road running   All the road running   All the road running