I saw the kid run
Run like he’s on fire
And doesn’t wanna be
Put out
Crowds in the stands
Crowds on the streets
Kid can run
Kid can’t outrun
That’s how you wind up
In a big bad circle
With finish lines
In your mind
Kid’s got bad blood
And the blood belongs
To Johnny 99
If you’re a ghost of the plant
That means retail’s all you’ve got
Shifts at the gas station
Shifts at the nursing home
Shifts doing security
For construction sites
You spend your money on beer
You spend your money on weed
You save what you don’t spend
And there’s nothing
You don’t spend
You’re spent
So you run
And hope somebody sees
Hope somebody gives you
Someplace to run
The saddest sentence
In the world is--
I knew your Dad
Not to mention when
All you knew
Was what you heard
At a second-floor barbecue
At the three-family
On Vincent Street
The kid all the girls like
The kid with the car he fixed up
The kid on the high school team
Who seems better
Than he should be
That’s Johnny 99’s kid
Next thing you know
You’re on the bleachers
Trying to see what lives on
After the people who made you
Are gone
His Dad got fried
And his mother died
In a car accident
Outside of town
He was dropped by the system
Now he lives with an aunt
Who can’t remember
To feed the kid
I wonder if he knows
He’s working at the same store
Every night
Where his Dad shot that clerk
After he got laid off
We all wind up back
Wherever back is
No matter how far
We think we’ve come
After the game
I drove by the store
To see if he was working
But that was the night
He went out with his friends
To knock a few back
Celebrate a good game
That was the night
He knock a few too much
Wrapped his car
Around the same kind of tree
That took his mom
One less runner
On the road
One less prisoner
Trying
To make their escape
Cement up the hole
That they carved
In the jailhouse wall
Tell their story
To anybody else
Who looks like
They’re thinking
Of making a run for it
Write a song about them
Sing it when your throats
Not all choked up
Say you have a memory
Of something
That you only half-heard
Think about when
Your sentence is up
Think about the clock
Going back
From 99
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