I think Ive worn out my welcome here,
Maybe Im better off alone.
Your words hit hard though no weapons are near,
Whatever happened to sticks and stones?
My heart cant seem to support all the weight,
Press play and start to walk away.

Look out my windowpane,
All I see is rain.
And I think of the days to come.
Got no one to say,
Im a runaway,
But its time to run to the sun.

Leaving the station tonight,
Dont know when Im coming home.
All I need is a bag full of memories and
An embrace for what is to come.

It seems like its getting rough around here,
Better go before the keg explodes.
If birds can fly, so can I. At least I gotta try.
Let me get my things and hit the road.

Fortune will say move along,
But youll have to make it on your own.
Got no one to say,
Im a runaway,
But its time to run to the sun.

Hear the bustle, of the people,
Running their way around.
Hear the bustle of the people,
Some in town, some outward bound.
Some seem lost-
Their running like a chicken with their head cut off.

When all you got is gone,
Sick of the same song.
You cant stop,
Cuz youre stuck in this spot.
Then youre gonna run away,
Youre gonna ride the train.