Cause when they look at you as if you were a stranger / The way they talk to you as if you were in charge / Last time I ran away will open this with you / Let me show you where to run (M. Ward)

I started walking down the road / Called the police from a payphone / 87 dollars and bad nerves, 87 dollars and a bag of clothes / And a guilty conscience that gets worse the longer I go (Richmond Fontaine)

Life to live shall not be a burden / Carried on shoulders, the long mystic trial / Dreams leave the dust / No blues are coming down this time (Son Volt)