Sage Francis Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Runaways Lyrics

(Sage Francis)

 It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable

 Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable

 I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board

 Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep

 Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space

 I keep putting expression looks upon my face

 An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin

 While far from grace, will do me in to late

 (I'm out of seasoning)

 No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize

 It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized

 I change my mind more often then my undergarments

 Abide abortion and other nonsense

 I'm an orphan who comes from Providence

 I am assigned from God! For the parentally misguided

 

 (And I know...)

 State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road

 If I don't know where I come from

 How do I know where to go?

 It's not where you're from, not where you're at

 It's where your going... and I am going home

 (And I know...)

 State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road

 If I don't know where I come from

 How do I know where to go?

 It's not where you're from, not where you're at

 It's where your going... and I am going home...

 

 ...to where? The land of the lost souls

 Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes

 How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?

 Framed, they're starting to look the same

 Starting to say his name, and claim privileges

 As if they found HIM!

 The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship

 Rings of fire are connected at the elbow

 Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go

 The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive

 It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober

 Life experiences to hum to

 These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through

 With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go down

 The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now

 If its fighter flats, they'll just choose to throw down

 Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town

 I move with no sound... I used to think I was invisible

 Til 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 faces

 Placed next to an expiration date that changes.

 I kind of look familiar, my name is at the tip of your tongue

 The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.

 Say something collopial

 I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at

 but you ain't hearin' that."

 They shout freeze! I'm a tourist trapped by townies

 Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties

 Before I bounce, I hear them shout

 "Someone help us out, PLEASE!"

 We're all alone in the foster home

 Killin' ourselves with the house keys...

 Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man

 And it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan

 Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand

 Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint got no girl

 But who do they think I am?

 Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time

 I'm two steps behind the schedule, they pretend to befriend my mind

 I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand

 Cause, they're random scars caused by slap boxin' with landlords

 I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts

 Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up

 Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound

 Being an orphan sucks, but I'm done with sneaking around

 I see my frown posted up on street lights

 And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like

 I never grow old, from what they show it seems like

 I never go home, and that doesn't seem right

 Cause they won't let me grow...

 

 And this is where some go

 to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways

 Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved

 I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay

 

 And this is where some go

 to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways

 Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved

 I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways

 

 (And I know...)

 State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road

 If I don't know where I come from

 How do I know where to go?

 It's not where you're from, not where you're at

 It's where your going... and I am going home...

 To the land of the lost souls

 Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes

 

 I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got

 multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways

 I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got

 multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways

 I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got

 multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways...

 (kids shouting until end)