Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

Gonna run away, gonna run away I wanna run away and open up my mind I wanna run away Never say goodbye I wanna know the truth Instead of wondering why I wanna know the answers No more lies I wanna shut the door

Are you there? Tell me, are you there? My mind is a runaway And I'll find it's too hard to breathe Just say what you want to say I fear these growing pains That made us far too strong Do change if you want to change Try to change your mind, it's like the

(Running right off the track) Runaway train Get it on, get it up Living on the ecstasy Your mind on fantasy Old school rebel A ten for the revelry Diamond of the agency Shake it, shake it

There's no slowing down now I'm a runaway train My pistons are pounding Brakes are screaming your name And when there's nothing but wreckage and flames And your misery is all that remains I'll feel human again But I'm a runaway train I always knew that

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so

Hmhmhmhm ah ah I love him from the skin to my bones, ah But I don’t wanna miss home, ah There’s nothing to save and he knows, ah I’ll just runaway in the overnight "How long you leaving?" "Well Dad just don’t expect me back this evening Oh it could take

Runaway runaway runaway from the beast Got a bullet in your back and you're shaking at the knees On the other side of town lives a sabertooth tiger Got a bullet in your back, runaway from the beast His mouth is full of sand and he's dying to meet you His

Those were different days But those were different days Staring at the picture of the runaways on the wall Seems like these day you couldn’t run away at all And even if you did, what you got to run away to Just another drunk daddy with a white man’s

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van