Suburbia-climb out the window to the street
Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed
Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed
Brush off the want and you give in to the need

Always the ones that no one ever thinks

5am and we rush back from the scene
Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see
Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep
If I can't see you soon then I'll meet you in my dreams

Slowly heading down to New Orleans

Always running
Coming up empty

Carried him home, a broken sack of bones
The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne
Make the morning round of apologies
Smoke too many cigarettes can't recollect anything

Never wanted to hurt any one

Always running
Coming empty