Sprained Ankle

Waitin on a day that just won't come

Looking for a way to run from

Any place but where I'm coming from

Coming from

Hey

I really can't explain

But I can see the writing on the walls

Can you stay

Just a little longer

You can't wait to prove the whole world wrong

We'll all be

Burning butane while they sing along

When everyone's dead and gone

They'll still be singing all your songs

Waitin on a day that just won't come

Looking for a way to run from

Any place but where I'm coming from

Coming from