The Runaway

Six o'clock on Friday You thought you heard a little voice try to say Time is running out So why you looking out For yourself Later on that Sunday You're looking for a little bit of leeway You say I'll give it a try but I don't got the time for you n

He is the runaway Lie low the wanted man Mask his elusive face Soon he will getaway And free is his future No more aimless time to spend And evading, he's escaping Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. Run in the underwood Cover and

You get caught in a hurricane Sadder thoughts make you go insane Woah! Oh! Lock yourself in your own cage Hide the keys and fade away, go Woah! Oh! You are not alone, we can get through it tonight! I will be the answer to your run away train, tonight