Far From Home (Lyrics)

There's a kid named Timmy and he's only seventeen. He's got one foot in the grave. Thinks he's having fun, spent his youth on the run. Keeps screaming, won't be anybody's slave. He's running and running he's on the street He's got complications won't admit defeat. Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own. Walking crooked lines far from home. Now he's 21 and he traded in his fun for a needle and a silver spoon shooting hopes full of dreams into his veins his friends, slowly start counting the days He's running and running he's on the street He's got complications won't admit defeat. Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own. Walking crooked lines far from home. Now he's cold alone and on the streets to fucking proud to admit defeat laying on the table staring at the lights one more chance to fuck up his life. He's running and running he's on the street He's got complications won't admit defeat. Their's no one who controls him, he's on his own. Walking crooked lines far from home.