Suburbia, climb out the window to the street   Flock to the animals on the corner while they feed   Sell off your soul for a chance to be freed   Brush off the want and you give in to the need   It's the ones that no one ever thinks      5 am and we rush back from the scene   Visions of comfort too far for the eye to see   Hold back the tears was the promise forced to keep   If I can't see you soon then I?ll meet you in my dreams   Slowly heading down to New Orleans      Always runnin'   Always runnin'   Always runnin'   Always runnin'   Comin' up empty   Comin' up empty      Carried him home, a broken sack of bones   The stink of stale beer worn like a cheap cologne   Make the mornin' round of apologies   Never wanted to hurt any one      Always runnin'   Always runnin'   Always runnin'   Always comin' up empty   Comin' up empty   Comin' up empty