Someone Else's Skin

There's no phone booth. There's no cape
There's no Steve McQueen to help me make my great escape
How can I fly like a hero in the sky?
Be a shooting star out in the stratosphere
Where's the shadow? He might know
Where's that searchlight in the sky to point the way to go
Through some new cloud to disappear into the crowd
Though the future's dark, there's one thing crystal clear
That there's no home here

Son, listen to me. We just need a name - your mother or your father

So many voices telling me to choose

It can get very expensive, people fighting over their children

It's like a game where either team - I lose

Nobody's fighting. Frankie, look at me. Nobody's fighting
This kind of noise just makes me want to shout

Frankie, just give 'em a name and
this all'll be over. It's gonna be okay

I'd like to buy a one-way ticket out

My brave little soldier, do what you have to do

Rules of the road say "Don't look back
Eyes straight ahead. Don't jump the track"
Try a new game

I'm sorry, Frank

And pray that I can win

I've got no way to move here

Cause I just don't feel at home in mine
So I'll slip down into someone else's skin

Whoo whoo
Whoo whoo

I see the maps from every book I've read
The worlds that I have lived inside my head
I thought a love like theirs could never die
If it can fade away then so can I
At first you see me, then you don't
Don't look for me. You know I won't even be there
So let the games begin
Cause I just don't feel at home in mine
So I'll slip down into someone else's skin

Whoo whoo

Into someone else's skin, yeah

Whoo whoo
I'm gonna run down the street, run out of town
I'm gonna run from the whole team and never touch down
Run from the books cause it's all been a fake

I'm gonna run from the choices that I don't wanna make
School's not out but I can't wait
It's the perfect time to graduate today

I've gotta run away now

Whoo whoo

I've got to run away, oh yeah yeah

Whoo whoo

I know they'll see the truth when I move on
They'll need each other much more once I'm gone
And then I'm flush and he's back on his feet
I'll pick him up and ride down easy street
No time to cry for all the years
A rusty gas tank full of tears gets you nowhere
Not the places I want in
And I just don't feel at home in mine
So I'll slip down into someone else's skin
Into someone else's skin
Into someone else's skin yeaaah
Into someone else's skin
Into someone else's skin