Sage Francis - Runaways Lyrics
(Sage Francis)It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginableSurvival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitableI happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole boardWho likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheepTime seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in spaceI keep putting expression looks upon my faceAn awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to beginWhile far from grace, will do me in to late(I'm out of seasoning)No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prizeIt's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterizedI change my mind more often then my undergarmentsAbide abortion and other nonsenseI'm an orphan who comes from ProvidenceI am assigned from God! For the parentally misguided(And I know...)State is not an ocean, not an island, not a roadIf I don't know where I come fromHow do I know where to go?It's not where you're from, not where you're atIt's where your going... and I am going home(And I know...)State is not an ocean, not an island, not a roadIf I don't know where I come fromHow do I know where to go?It's not where you're from, not where you're atIt's where your going... and I am going home......to where? The land of the lost soulsFeeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homesHow many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?Framed, they're starting to look the sameStarting to say his name, and claim privilegesAs if they found HIM!The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendshipRings of fire are connected at the elbowCause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let goThe Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesiveIt's the music! So we give reasons to get soberLife experiences to hum toThese kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run throughWith reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go downThe pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes nowIf its fighter flats, they'll just choose to throw downAin't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost townI move with no sound... I used to think I was invisibleTil they stopped me in mid-stride and said"I think I seen a picture of you..."Picture that, I said "Nah I just got one of them facesPlaced next to an expiration date that changes.I kind of look familiar, my name is at the tip of your tongueThe lost look on my face makes you play dumb.Say something collopialI need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm atbut you ain't hearin' that."They shout freeze! I'm a tourist trapped by towniesWho put bounties on armies and all surrounding countiesBefore I bounce, I hear them shout"Someone help us out, PLEASE!"We're all alone in the foster homeKillin' ourselves with the house keys...Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it manAnd it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fanKids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sandSaying "***** THE WORLD" cause they aint got no girlBut who do they think I am?Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of timeI'm two steps behind the schedule, they pretend to befriend my mindI think they just misread the lines in the palm of my handCause, they're random scars caused by slap boxin' with landlordsI ran with the dogs till I realized they were all muttsTurned ***** once the dog catcher caught upForced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the poundBeing an orphan sucks, but I'm done with sneaking aroundI see my frown posted up on street lightsAnd telephone poles, from what they show it seems likeI never grow old, from what they show it seems likeI never go home, and that doesn't seem rightCause they won't let me grow...And this is where some goto avoid the sunrays and the noise of subwaysEmerging introverted, unemployed and unshavedI feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will payAnd this is where some goto avoid the sunrays and the noise of subwaysEmerging introverted, unemployed and unshavedI've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways(And I know...)State is not an ocean, not an island, not a roadIf I don't know where I come fromHow do I know where to go?It's not where you're from, not where you're atIt's where your going... and I am going home...To the land of the lost soulsFeeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homesI feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've gotmultiple personalities and my inner children are runawaysI feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've gotmultiple personalities and my inner children are runawaysI feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've gotmultiple personalities and my inner children are runaways...(kids shouting until end)
