Turncoat - The Narrative

Turncoat parents and the children that never arrived

Pawnshop rings and the road swallowed up by the sky

And though the static on the radio was signaling that this was the end

They still sang on just like lovers till the day they decided to be just friends

And never speak again, to keep from caving in

So baby this is freedom and you finally are out on your own

And you left in such a hurry but you’ll never get away from this home

'Cause the kids they aren’t happy, and I don’t know how you thought they could

be

What with all those misconceptions, it’s a miracle that they were ever conceived

And they don’t look a damn like me, but I’ll still feign believe

So baby this is freedom

So baby this is freedom

So baby this is freedom

So baby this is freedom