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

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

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

Runaway
Blowing smoke
Your folks are worried
And going broke

After the fall
Is an all-new episode
Reality
Is the high road

By Steve Taylor, Peter Furler