Turn and Run - The Outfield

You picked a fine time to come, I never thought I’d see you today

You see my money and me, both go our separate ways

While the American way of life, plastic cards to buy dreams

And it stabs you like a knife, and nobody hears the screams

Turn and run — thought that you can get away

Turn and run — start again some other way

Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday

Turn and run

Well my back’s to the wall, and this wall keeps tumbling down

Everything I own, is worthless in this old town

While the American way of life, plastic cards to buy dreams

And it stabs you like a knife, and nobody hears the screams

Turn and run — thought that you can get away

Turn and run — start again some other way

Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday

Turn and run — yeah

Turn and run — thought that you can get away

Turn and run — start again some other way

Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday

Turn and run

Turn and run — thought that you can get away

Turn and run — start again some other way

Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday

Turn and run