Rosaryville is a place where people fall asleep with the news on
Awoke at the instance of fear that someone is doing something wrong
Though I knew that I could not stay there
I had to get away from there before too long
You could not mold me, so don't try to control me
'Cuz if you try, I will die, and there'll be nothing left of me for anyone at all
Something is eating me up from the inside
Something's been eating me up, but I don't know what for
Some days, I wake in the evening
I wait until morning and sleep until evening, and live at the store
I thrive at night, hiding from light
I've been away for a long, long time
And I wanna know
Does the road split off along the way
I've driven for days
I've been running away
You could not mold me, so don't try to control me
'Cuz if you try, I will die, there'll be nothing left of me for anyone at all