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   



5 am 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 cant 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 cant recollect anything 



Never wanted to hurt any one 



Always running 

Coming up empty