Its been a long week,
I've got a slow leak in my left from 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 track,
And make my getaway.

I put the pedal to the metal
As the sun goes down.
Leave everybody sleeping
In this sleepy town tonight,
And at the break of day,
I'll be a runaway!

A hundred miles in,
I got a stupid green
On my scruffy face.
With every cigarrette,
I'm burning my regrets.
Don't want to leave a trace.
And from the rear-view,
I've got clear view
Of who I used to be.
A little bit faster now,
Don't wanna turn around.

I'm gonna pack my bags,
and never look back,
Run a parallel line with the railroad track,
And make my get away.

I put the pedal to the metal
As the sun goes down.
Leave everybody sleeping
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!)

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-e-Yeah!

And pack my bags,
and never look back,
Run a parallel line with the railroad track,
And make my get away.

I put the pedal to the metal
As the sun goes down.
Leave everybody sleeping
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!