Mom & Dad,

I'm fine. How are you? I have joined a small circus (that much is true). I'm a little malnourished, but try to relax.

Could you find a better photo for the milk carton backs?

Send money.

Runaway

where's your head?

dreamers' dreams

are grounded

Chorus

in reality

that comes from above

God is calling

there's no bigger love

It's his reality that welcomes us back

Trust and obey

there is no other way

Mom & Dad,

I'm fair. How's life? Lent the money you sent me to the clown with the knife. My career as an acrobat hasn't begun, but I'm busy giving blood and shoveling elephant dung.

Send money.

Runaway

Why so tense?

dreamers' dreams

will make sense

Chorus

Runaway

blowing smoke

your folks are worried

(and going broke)

after the fall

is an all-new episode

reality

is the high road

Chorus