You don't understand
This is not what you think it is
You don't get it man
You want to boil it down to show biz
Your in-depth research shows
Drop the God, emphasize the beat
I've heard that positive pop you dig
I'd rather be buried in wet concrete

Take back your free advice
I don't accept
I will not play those games
God is not a secret to be kept
God is not a secret to be kept

Isabelle is a belly dancer with a kleptomaniac's restraint
Tried stealing Helena's hand basket,
Made a fast getaway, but McQueen she ain't
At the courtroom Joshua judges her ruthlessly
On account of Ruth walking out on him
In the Big House Isabelle is a-telling all to
The chaplain who's become her friend

She says: I don't know why you care
I don't know what's out there

Mom and Dad,
I'm fine, how are you?
I have joined a small circus,
that much is true.

I'm a litte malnourished,
but try to relax,
could you find a better photo for the milk carton backs?
Send money...

Run away
Where's your head?
Dreamer's dreams
are grounded!

(chorus 1)
In reality that comes from above,
God is calling,
there's no bigger love,

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
“You will lose it in your gym class if you wait til noon to eat'.

Back when the Chess Club, said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
“You will lose it in your gym class if you wait til noon to eat'.

Back when the Chess Club, said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft

You don't understand
This is not what you think it is
You don't get it man
You want to boil it down to show biz
Your in-depth research shows
Drop the God, emphasize the beat
I've heard that positive pop you dig
I'd rather be buried in wet concrete

Take back your free advice
I don't accept
I will not play those games
God is not a secret to be kept
God is not a secret to be kept

Mom & Dad,

I'm fine. How are you? I have joined a
small circus (that much is true). I'm a
little malnourished, but try to relax.
Could you find a better photo for the milk
carton backs?

Send money.

Runaway
where's your head?
dreamers' dreams
are grounded

Chorus
in reality
that comes from above
God is calling
there's no bigger love
It's his reality that welcomes us back

Isabelle is a belly dancer
with a kleptomaniac's restraint
tried stealing Helena's hand basket,
made a fast getaway,
but McQueen she ain't
at the courtroom Joshua judges her
ruthlessly on account of Ruth walking
out on him

in the Big House Isabelle is a-telling all
to the chaplain who's become her friend

she says: I don't know why you care
I don't know what's out there