Suburbia - Climb out the window to the street 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