Cardboard boxes full of stuff
that I don't need anymore.
Candles on a TV tray,
an old futon on the floor...

and I'm running away,
running away for my life.
Running away,
running away for my life.

A duplex down in east LA,
a truck in Seattle town.
Chicago lasted 90 days,
and Austin's bringin' me down...

so I'm running away,
running away for my life.
Running away,
running away for my life.

Some days I dream of goin' home -
rent my own little room...
A cabin deep in Chatham County,
birds and bees and blooms.

The hardest lessons I have learned,
some people will use you for fun,
and when a woman whispers "babe, I'm crazy",
pack up your shit, boy, and run...

and I'm running away,
running away for my life.
Running away,
running away for my life.

Running away,
running away for my life.
Running away,
running away for my life.

Cardboard boxes full of stuff
that I don't need anymore.

© Greg Humphreys BMI