Turncoat - The Narrative
Turncoat parents and the children that never arrived
Pawn shop rings and a 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 'til 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 will 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