Sudan - Crime In Stereo

Vanished in fury of smoke

Before she left she spoke

About a problem and a plan

She said «I plan to make my escape

Gonna check out the United States

Can’t take this island wasteland»

How can I be who I want when they know me as who I am?

Besides, people work their whole lives hoping to get here

I figure they could use the room

A great place to get rich, have kids and die

I probably won’t be coming back so soon

How can I be who I want if I stay here with you?

So goodnight, Dark Island

It’s the weight of life spent peeking out

From beneath the trees

The way the front lawns wander on endlessly

And it’s not a bad life, working 9−5

Weekend gardening and cheating on your wife

But if you find yourself broken in the slow mercury of days

And have the courage for the traffic

I know a secret to escape

Just be who it is they want.

It’s easy to find your way

I can’t help feeling like there’s never enough

Never enough room for any love

Between the tanning bed marquees

And roadside church displays

I feel like there’s never enough

Friends or any friendly faces

Just a bunch of clever ways to say, «Jesus Saves»