No roof overhead But you can sleep under stars Your photos and clothes Are locked in your car At the bottom of the lake That aching in the heart of town You watched everything you had go down It sank so fast, it made no sound. There's still blood in your veins And a history in scars It's thirty miles to the stateline But you can still run that far. Dreamt of ropes at your throat Where your voice had been caught Woke to a damp grey dawn. And sang to settle your thoughts. The only things you still got In this colorless place, This tightening knot. Felt a chill run through, Like it it had never seen seen the sun. But you still got your will And you can still run. You can still run. You can still run. You can still run.