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)
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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