(*Beth Thornley) We carved a path to the ocean* We built a house of brick and stone So that they couldn't see us So that they wouldn't know And we were sure we could be all alone But all the spaces and the corners All the sons and all the daughters All the crimes and hallelujahs; All the turnkeys and the hinges All the carnies and the kinless All the rockets and the tailspins And we still can't hide Small time saviors have all tried To convince us we can hide But take the tongue from a bell; All that's left's a sad farewell ‘Cause you know what's not said will tell the tale Say what you please, there's a target on your sleeve But can't you see, you got lots of company? Don't you know we are all fugitives and refugees