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Run Baby Run
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Run Baby Run
Some love stories begin in daylight. This one starts where the tent seam splits.
Run Baby Run lives in that stolen second between romance and escape — two people close enough to share breath, but far enough inside the carnival to know the lights are not there to save them. The song carries the rush of young love, but underneath it is something older: the feeling that being seen might cost you everything.
In the world of Carnival Pogo, the carnival is never just a carnival. It is America, spectacle, appetite, church, market, history, stage, and trap. Every light promises wonder. Every spotlight asks for a body. Against that backdrop, the lovers in Run Baby Run are not running toward applause. They are running away from it.
But the song also reaches further back than the fairground. Learning the history buried in America has a strange way of waking other histories. For the narrator, the carnival lights begin to resemble the shadows of childhood in Southern Africa — the stories half-told at home, the silence around danger, the knowledge that some people survived because they knew when to disappear.
That is where the love story becomes ancestral. These lovers are not only running for themselves. They are running for the child who may come later, for the voice that may one day sing, for the painted face that would not exist if someone had stood still too long. In that sense, the clown is not separate from them. He is what survived the running. He is the echo with makeup on.
A kiss beside torn canvas becomes a match struck in the dark. A coat becomes shelter. Rain becomes proof that the body still knows how to lean into another body when the world has taken away the window, the town, and the map.
The song does not explain whether the lovers escape. That is not the point. The point is the motion — past the porch, past the flame, past whatever name the world had ready for them. For a moment, they belong only to each other. For a moment, even the moon forgets what to call them.
Run Baby Run is a love song under pursuit. A carnival hymn for the ones who found tenderness in the wrong place, at the wrong time, under lights that were never innocent — and kept moving long enough for someone else to be born from the escape.
Lyrics
Shoes in your hand.
Don’t wake the stairs.
Meet me where the white lights end.
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Run, baby, run
before the church bell sells
Love don’t need a paper
When the paper got a smell
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
I shaved by the pump, moon broke in the pan
Cracked little mirror tryna fix this man
One clean shirt, one stain on the cuff
Good shoes whispering, “Don’t scuff us up”
Ring in a tin where the tobacco slept
Two coins sweating, one promise kept
You came from lace, pearl throat, soft room
I came from smoke, cotton feilds, broom
Your name opened doors with a silver key
Mine made the doorknob disagree
You climbed down quiet, silk caught on a nail
Looked like a bride escaping her veil
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Run, baby, run
before the church bell sells
Love don’t need a paper
when the paper got a stain
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Clerk slid the license back clean as a knife
Looked at your glove, then looked at my life
Didn’t say no, but his pen played dead
“Boy” ....hit the floor with a rope in its head
You squeezed my wrist, don’t feed that flame
I swallowed thunder and signed no name
Some rooms don’t shout, they just measure your face
Leave your breath outside in a separate place
So we took our vows where the freight yards lean
Coal smoke choir, moonlight green
You laughed, “This veil smell like train track heat”
I said, “That’s old chains leaving on beat”
[Pre-Chorus]
You said, “They’ll say you stole me”
I said, “Say you chose”
You said, “They’ll come with lanterns”
I said, “That’s how night knows”
[Hook]
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Run, baby, run
before the church bell sells
Love don’t need a paper
when the paper got a stain
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Down where the white city powdered its face
Big wheel winked from a borrowed place
Straw hats sold wonder, sweet tea, sin
Tagged every smile, weighed every skin
Man with a ruler said heaven had charts
Measured our heads, never measured our hearts
Postcards grinned in the gaslight glow
Whole world fenced in for a nickel a show
You kissed me soft where the tent seam split
Love struck a match and the night got lit
Not cheap trouble, not midnight play
Trouble like dawn with something to say
What if morning finds us?
Then morning gon’ see.
What if they curse us?
Let curses be.
What if they hunt you?
They already do.
What if I lose everything?
I came with nothing but you.
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Run, baby, run
before the church bell sells
Love don’t need a paper
when the paper got a smell
Run, baby, run
before the rooster tells
Run, baby, run
past the porch, past the flame
Two hearts under one coat
and the moon forgot our names
By dawn, you had no window
By noon, I had no town
But your head hit my shoulder
when the rain came down
They can write me as danger
They can write you as blind
But the border blinked first
and we crossed it in time.
Credits
Written by Musiata Akafekwa