Runaway Return Lyrics - Fugazi

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray 

There's nothing living, there's nothing given 

Weekender's vision turns to working shoes 

There's nothing living, there's nothing given 

Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit 

There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent 

Nothing forgiven for your young idea 

There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent 

Nobody seems surprised 

The runaway returns 

Home, son, doing, gone 

Near your childish idea 

Welcome home, misplaced son 

Guess what we were doing while you were gone? 

Cocktail party's in gear, and we're glad that you're here, yeah 

Why don't you sit down? 

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray, into the family car 

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms 

There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent 

Nothing forgiven to your young idea 

There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent 

So sad, you've been misused 

The runaway returns 

Home, son, doing, gone 

Near your childish idea 

Welcome home, misplaced son 

Party's in gear, so guess you're glad that you're here, yeah 

Why don't you sit down? 

Welcome back 

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray 

Out of the ashtray