Tinsel & Sawdust Lyrics - Jason Collett

We're the fugitives of American portions 

Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered 

From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate 

Where the wheels keep on rolling 

Till we've sealed our fate 

Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up? 

So here's a guitar that you use to strum 

You never got very far but you could still sing along 

The oblique pastiche of childhood memories 

Has got you down on your knees 

You know you can't escape these things 

Tinsel & sawdust, who's gonna give you up? 

It's not who you are, it's just what you've become 

Skies fold into roads, we've been gone for days 

Feeling more at home when I'm this far away 

Flip the cassette of the mixed tape you made 

Light up a joint, let our souls catch some rays 

Tinsel & sawdust, I'm gonna give you up 

It's not who you are, its just what we've become 

Tinsel & sawdust, tinsel & sawdust