Reality
Music by Peter Furler
Lyrics by Steve Taylor & Peter Furler

 Mom and 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 and 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.

In reality
That comes from above.
God is calling.
There's no bigger love.
His reality will welcome us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.

In reality
That comes from above.
God is calling.
There's no bigger love.
His reality will welcome us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.

In reality
That comes from above.
God is calling.
There's no bigger love.
His reality will welcome us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.

In the reality
That comes from above.
God is calling.

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