Runaway

Another Saturday slow dance
I'm staring at my feet, oh
My mind is only distance
My heart is a dream

Blue fading skyline
Hands on the wheel
Lost in the night time
I'll find something real

Your eyes are miles and miles of nothing
But something that I feel
A lost and open highway
A faraway field

Blue fading skyline
Hands on the wheel
Lost in the night time
I'll find something real

I feel it on my front steps
The suitcase at my feet
My wild exhilaration
Is only gathering speed

I am no longer frightened
I am setting myself free
I am lost in the moment
I am the summer heat

There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway
There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway
There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway
There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway
There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway
There's nothing left for me to stay
I want to be a runaway