The Runaway

She packed her things in a carpet bag

She left home never looking back

Taking care to cover up her tracks

Stopping over 'till she made a wage

Telling no-one she was under age

A number on a missing persons page

Rings on her finger, paint on her toes

She shall have music wherever she goes

On her transistor radio

Runaway, runaway

Runaway, runaway

Runaway

Darkness falls and finds her on her own

The sparkling highway just keeps rolling on

She's a thousand miles from home

Dropping coins into a telephone

All that answers is a ringing tone

Sometimes it feels the whole world's not at home

Rings on her finger, paint on her toes

She shall have music wherever she goes

On her transistor radio

Runaway, runaway

(Runaway)?? an APB

Nothing comes of being free

(Runaway)

She will wander where she pleases

(Runaway)

A steady job and a nice young man

They thought they had the future planned

(Runaway)

But they'll never understand

Runaway

Runaway