Running Away

There's a lot of teardrops falling
There's a lot of bus stops calling
Telling me that I could run away

But all I've got is heartache, honey
And all I've got is brown money
So I ain't going no place far today

But then again
I've got two feet
And although my legs
Ain't got much meat
I know
They'll sure as hell go
Where I say

So I'll scrap it all on my running shoes
Bypassing those bus-ride blues
Times got hard, so I'm running away

Petrol fumes in my face
I love that taste
Tastes like freedom

Run run run running away
Run run running away
Run run running away
Run run running away
Run run running away