Runaway Blues Songtext
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There is a man, with a cart,
he stumbles through town, alone in the dark
And in his sack, wrinkled and torn,
Is a picture of a girl after she's born
He never saw it comin, the fate that'd wear his shoes
The calls that put him walking, singin' runaway blues
The needles and the night trends, on the other side of the bed,
He stuck one too many kisses on the top of women's heads
he stumbles through town, alone in the dark
And in his sack, wrinkled and torn,
Is a picture of a girl after she's born
He never saw it comin, the fate that'd wear his shoes
The calls that put him walking, singin' runaway blues
The needles and the night trends, on the other side of the bed,
He stuck one too many kisses on the top of women's heads
Take me back to when i was young,
when hope still flowed in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday
Young and reviled, a bastard child is what she assumed,
All hope lost, a scattered cost, singin' runaway blues,
The drop-offs and the pick-ups, exchanges made in flesh,
she never had the only man that would push away the rest.
You see some things can't be understood by the outside mind,
Foolishness and failure are the only ways to fight
She found her father by his cart, a bottle in his hand,
But with no recognition stole his wallet and threw her picture in the sand.
Take me back to when i was young,
When hope still flowed, in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday.
Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too.
Fiending to fiend for anything that satisfies what you knew.
Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too.
Fiending to fiend for anything because you can no longer be new.
Take me ack to when I was young,
When hope still flowed in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday.
when hope still flowed in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday
Young and reviled, a bastard child is what she assumed,
All hope lost, a scattered cost, singin' runaway blues,
The drop-offs and the pick-ups, exchanges made in flesh,
she never had the only man that would push away the rest.
You see some things can't be understood by the outside mind,
Foolishness and failure are the only ways to fight
She found her father by his cart, a bottle in his hand,
But with no recognition stole his wallet and threw her picture in the sand.
Take me back to when i was young,
When hope still flowed, in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday.
Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too.
Fiending to fiend for anything that satisfies what you knew.
Go ahead and make your laughs but you're just an addict too.
Fiending to fiend for anything because you can no longer be new.
Take me ack to when I was young,
When hope still flowed in my blood
Back when the river washed away,
All the mistakes of yesterday.
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