I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, Drove a good man away from home. Oh give me

Who you gonna call When your road runs out at the sea You can turn around and walk back to me Where you gonna go What ya gonna do when you get there You know you're never gonna find someone who loves you like I do When you get tired of runnin' June fell

I got the key to the highway, Billed out and bound to go. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border Woman, where I'm better known. You know you haven't done nothing, I'm gonna leave here running Drove a good man away from home. When the moon

To run away, where are we now? So until you feel fade Feeling love this way You really love to play so softly It really hurts to say I crave that I really want you to know I hear you I really want you to come with me, ooh How did we make so softly I knew

Better find this all And I found out where it's all at And I want it all Forgot it all Crafty friends where'd they all go Try and find but no one ever knows You fall down makes you want to stay Who the hell would want to anyway Well I'm leaving

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want

I'll find that space Where only you remain, you remain with me I'm never gonna hold back You're something that I can't let go I'm wanting you to know that But leave me chained, 'cause I am free You remain with me Hold your horse, you're running me wild

Beautiful stranger To know you Is to love you You're everywhere I go And everybody knows If I'm smart then I'll run away But I'm not so I guess I'll stay I looked into your eyes And my world came tumbling down

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

I don't know where I'm headed But I'm going too fast I think I'm going to crash I refuse to be your victim I refuse to be your slave I keep on burning my bridges I keep on fucking up everything Running from desperation god knows where I've been I'm going