Its been a long week, Ive got a slow leak in my left front tire. Im sick of where I work. My boss is such a jerk, dont care if I get fired. My backs about to break, no money in the bank, and he dont call me anymore. Im down to my last ring, its time to sell my things, nd 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. Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, Ill be a runaway A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face. With every cigarette, Im burning my regrets. Dont want to leave a trace. And from the rear-view, Ive got clear view, of who I used to be. A little bit faster now, dont wanna turn around. Im 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. Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight. And at the break of day, Ill be a runaway! Ill be a runaway! Its 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. Yeah-e-yeah! Im 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. Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, Ill be a runaway! Ill be a runaway! Ill be a runaway!
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 23:53:40 +0000