Hooky
Stole out early, with the porch light lit
I shivered in the dark till I was sure of it
The last time I ran they hauled me home again
Pinned me in a chair, whispered in my ear
Where do you think you're going?
It's a long way to the city on a black tar road
With all that I could carry and my cap gun Colt
Shooting for the interstate
Tonight they're working late
Spoil their evening fight
When they come home tonight
And I'm no-showing
Nobody home
All around your neighbor's house
They're calling your name around
Around your neighborhood
They're calling you home
Up and down your paper route
They're shouting your name about
Around the neighborhood
They're screaming murder for you
At the edge of the city, I bided my time
Where the cops don't stop, and the strip mall signs
Say, We Cash Checks, Tire Alignment
And We Buy Gold and Diamonds On Consignment
By the time their headlights shined
I'd already flagged a ride
Head out the passenger's side
With the wind whipping in my eyes
I was long gone
If the kid catcher sees you coming
Hit the ground running
If he catches hold of you
He's sending you right back home
All around your neighbor's house
They're calling your name around
Around your neighborhood
They've been calling you home
Up and down your paper route
They're shouting your name about
Around your neighborhood
They're screaming murder for you
I shivered in the dark till I was sure of it
The last time I ran they hauled me home again
Pinned me in a chair, whispered in my ear
Where do you think you're going?
It's a long way to the city on a black tar road
With all that I could carry and my cap gun Colt
Shooting for the interstate
Tonight they're working late
Spoil their evening fight
When they come home tonight
And I'm no-showing
Nobody home
All around your neighbor's house
They're calling your name around
Around your neighborhood
They're calling you home
Up and down your paper route
They're shouting your name about
Around the neighborhood
They're screaming murder for you
At the edge of the city, I bided my time
Where the cops don't stop, and the strip mall signs
Say, We Cash Checks, Tire Alignment
And We Buy Gold and Diamonds On Consignment
By the time their headlights shined
I'd already flagged a ride
Head out the passenger's side
With the wind whipping in my eyes
I was long gone
If the kid catcher sees you coming
Hit the ground running
If he catches hold of you
He's sending you right back home
All around your neighbor's house
They're calling your name around
Around your neighborhood
They've been calling you home
Up and down your paper route
They're shouting your name about
Around your neighborhood
They're screaming murder for you
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Writer(s): Jake Faulkner, Patrick Ferris
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