| 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 back’s about to break |
| No money in the bank |
| And she don’t call me anymore |
| I’m down to my last drink, it’s time to sell my things |
| And pack my bags and never look back |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
| And make my getaway |
| I’ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down |
| Leave everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight |
| At the break of day |
| I’ll be a runaway |
| A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin |
| On my scruffy face |
| With every cigarette I’m burnin' my regrets |
| Don’t want to leave a trace |
| And from the rearview, I’ve got clear view |
| Of who I used to be |
| A little bit faster now |
| Ddon’t wanna turn around |
| I’m gonna pack my bags and never look back |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
| And make my getaway |
| I’ll 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 |
| I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway |
| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, 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, yeah, yeah |
| I’m gonna pack my bags and never look back |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks |
| And make my get away |
| I’ll 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 |
| I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway |
| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway) |
| (I'll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway, I’ll be a runaway) |