Keith Case

You’ll turn away, calling back as you run
Say it can, it can, it can’t be done
You’re the last continental bastard chosen son
It may be a while, maybe two, maybe three
Till the chance, the chance, by chance we meet
Just to burn all the frames as to not repeat
Like anyone anywhere has the time
Take your place, a place, a place in line
I can spot a scab, I know my kind
I want to say, two to say, know this well
Look how far, how far, look how far we fell
You can lie to the liar, I know you’ll tell
Turn around, turn around
Say what you want to say
Say what you came here for
Turn away, turn away
From everything we want to work
And everything that came before
You’ll turn away, calling back as you run
Say it can, it can, it can’t be done
You’re the last continental bastard chosen son
Turn around turn around
Say what you want to say
Say what you came here for
Turn away turn away
From everything we want to work
And everything that came before