It's funny I never thought that I'd be homeless 

I used to walk by them, now I'm living on the corners 

Stretching for a touch of a hand, a dollar bill or a chance 

Give me your sandwich bag, man I'll do anything 

With thoughts of desperation my hearts racing 

I'm not star gazing I could die of starvation 

Hallucinated from the day's wasted 

Lost track of time while my mind aging 

People looking at me like a lost patient 

Like I'm already dead why they all hating 

Did I choose this life, or life choose me 

I ran away at sweet 16 mommy do you miss me, this is Krissy 


So I run, and I run, and I ran and I ran praying maybe some day we meet again 

Cause It hurts when you hurt, and I hurt and I feel, like I'm healed can we all just make a mends 

I run and I run and I run, and I run 


Good bye to the world, good bye to my girl 

Say hello to my home the street corner 

Its absurd every word that was spoken 

It must come alive cause my life is still broken 

Wondering did I miss it, what mistake did I make? Can I fix it? 

These streets of gone ballistic 

This isn't what I thought it would be, where's daddy 

Is he still mad at me, I wonder would he have me 

Back in the home, back in the zone, back where I can't eat 

Where's there's heat and use a phone 

Cause it hurts and I know I never said good bye 

I ran away I thought like anything I could fly 


Mom and dad are you there, are you listening 

I want to come home, but scared of the mess I'm in 

Please forgive me of the things I committed 

Against you against me, our family tree 

And I know we haven't spoke in so long, I was so wrong 

To think I could live on, on my own accord 

I'm a take the train home, but I need to know 

If you'll welcome me back through your life's door? 

Show me a sign with a red ribbon, hang one on the side of the train building 

And if I see it than I'll know that your still willing, 

And if not I won't ever call or visit 

I'll pretend that I'm re-living the beginning, 

Like when we used talk in the kitchen, without all the fights & friction 

This is me wishing, one of your ex children 

Picturing praying that you got the same feelings, 

I'm running