Regardless of the songs we played
And all the love we gave away
When all is said
I'll walk away, I'll walk away now
And even when our lives are made
And all the bills we have are paid
When all is done
I'll walk away, I'll walk away now
American suburbia, domesticated love
With all your medicated hugs that make we want to give it up
Father, father it would seem you've drained me of all the things that made me
So I walk away, I walk away now
The same footprints from before at mother's doorstep
I need more time to become another whore for you to love
Train hopping old fashioned sleep awake me when I make the scene
Listen and love me 'till I leave
But don't walk away now
Under a bridge with a guitar in hand he croons the blues
I threw my change his way
Deja vu, is this you
Under a bridge with a guitar in hand he croons the blues
I threw my change his way
Deja vu, is this you