we're the fugitives of american portions
caught on the sleeve of yesterday's conquered
from the fresh cut grass out on the interestate
where the wheels keep on rolling
'til we've seeled our fate
tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up
so here's the guitar that you use to strum
you never got very far but you could still sing along
the oblique pastiche of childhood memories
has got you down on your knees
you know you cant escape these things
tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up
it's not who you are it's just what you've become
skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days
feeling more at home when i'm this far away
flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made
light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays
tinsel and sawdust, i'm gonna give you up
its not who you are, its just what we've become