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 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 everyone sleepin in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day, I'll be a runaway
A hundred miles in, I've got a stupid grin On my scruffy face
With every cigarette, I'm burnin my regret Don't wanna leave a trace
And from my rear view, I've got a clear view Of who I used to be
A little bit faster now Don't wanna turn around
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 everyone sleepin in this sleepy town tonight
And at the break of day, 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 YEA
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 everyone 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