roll up freshen up at a food concession. Can't talk to strangers. I wanna ask em questions. Saw a woman cryin. Boy face the fence. I don't wanna go to college. If it causes this. Back on the bus
I've played the rebel teenager, the mysterious stranger. The wild child on the run. I've been thecollege dropout, the commitment cop out. The comin' home prodigal son. It feels kinda like a
to college. But some dreams fade, they just slip away. She started to show a few months ago. And she had to go, that's how she wound up On the backseat of a greyhound bus. Head hung down with the
standing still. Cars are scattered by the roadside. There's no top upon the hill. Nails have scratched upon the outside. Ofthe empty chapel door. But I don't think that the father. Wants to live there
In the soil of out sadness. Hear our hearts bell a serenade. A faint choir tenderly shaping. A lament . a hollow refuge. In the blood ofthe twinkling sky. Breathing in air drunk dry. There
, come on. I'm gonna rip it up. Tear it out. Gotta get it off of my soul I don't even miss you but that's 'cause I'm * up. I'm sure when it wears off then I will be hurting. And just 'cause the