We're the fugitives of american portions
Caught on the sleeves of yesterday's conquered
From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate
Where the wheels keep on rolling
'Til we've sealed our fate
Tinsel and sawdust, who's gonna give you up
So here's a 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 can't 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
It's not who you are, it's just what we've become