It´s been a long week
I´ve got a slow leak in my left front tire
I´m sick of where I work
My boss is such a jerk, don´t care if I get fired

My back´s about to break
No money in the bank
And she don´t call me anymore
I´m down to my last drink, it´s time to sell my things

And pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my getaway

I´ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin´ in this sleepy town tonight
At the break of day
I´ll be a runaway

A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin
On my scruffy face
With every cigarette I´m burnin´ my regrets
Don´t want to leave a trace

And from the rearview, I´ve got clear view
Of who I used to be
A little bit faster now
Ddon´t wanna turn around

I´m gonna pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my getaway

I´ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin´ in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day
I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway
(I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway)

It´s crazy, I know, to count on this road
To give me what I need
But with every state line
Somehow I find another part of me, yeah, yeah

I´m gonna pack my bags and never look back
Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks
And make my get away

I´ll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down
Leave everybody sleepin´ in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day
I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway
(I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway)
(I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway, I´ll be a runaway)