Runaways

(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-less upon my face
 An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin
 My fall from grace, will do me in too late
 (I'm out of seasoning)
 No spring chicken, 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 than my undergarments
 Abide abortion and other nonsense
 I'm an orphan who comes from Providence
 I am a sign 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 the 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 fight or flight, 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 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 on the tip of your tongue
 The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.
 Say something colloquial
 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 their schedule, they pretend to have read my mind
 I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand
 Cause, they're random scars caused from 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 through 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)