Memphis

By  j o n  c o d e r

The Amber sun’s decending over homes that look the same

And the smell of fresh kept lawns is in the air

The sounds of nothing special coming from my radio

Make me know I’m made for something more

They make me know I’m made for something more

I’m running to somewhere

Anywhere that’s not here

So I can be myself

The people here don’t know

Of the life that’s inside

Hiding deep inside

So I guess I’ll run

I’ve been from Memphis to my hometown and the west ends of my mind

Far away but stiff so close at hand

And the faces here they haunt me like ghosts from towns before

I wonder could there be something more

I wonder could there be something more

I’m running to somewhere

Anywhere that’s not here

So I can be myself

The people here don’t know

Of the life that’s inside

Hiding deep inside

So I guess I’ve run

I’m running from someone

Who goes by my name

I can’t look in his eyes

Scared of what I might find

And scared of what I won’t

Hiding deep inside

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