.runaway.

It's been a long week. I've got a slow leak in my left front tire. I'm sick of where I work. My boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired. My backs about to break, no money in the bank, and he don't call me anymore. I'm down to my last ring. It's time to sell my things.

I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back run a parallel line with the railroad tracks and make my get away. I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down and everybody's sleeping in this sleepy town tonight and at the break of day..
I'll be a runaway..
It's crazy I know to count on this road to give me what I need. But with every state line somehow I find another part of me.


sh.