I've got my things packed, my favorite pillow,
got my sleeping bag, climb out the window.
All the pictures and pain, I've left behind.
All the freedom and fame, I've gotta find.
And I wonder how long it will take them
to notice that I'm gone.
And I wonder how far it'll take me...
To run away, it don't make any sense to me.
Run away, this life makes no sense to me.
Run away, it don't make any sense to me.
Run away, it don't make any sense to me.
I was just trying to be myself;
have it your way; I'll meet you in hell.
It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell;
I've got to run away.
It's hypocritical of you,
do as you say not as you do.
I'll never be your perfect girl,
I've got to run away.
Well, I'm too young to be taken seriously,
but I'm too old to believe all this hypocrisy.
And I wonder how long it will take them
to see my bed is made.
And I wonder
if I was a mistake;
I might have nowhere left to go
but I know that I cannot go home.
These words are strapped inside my head,
tell me to run before I'm dead,
chase the rainbows in my mind.
And I will try to stay alive.
Maybe the world will know one day.
Why won't you help me run away?
It don't make any sense to me, run away.
This life makes no sense to me, run away.
I could sing for change on a Paris street,
be a red light dancer in New Orleans,
I could start again to the family,
I could change my name,
come and go as I please.
In the dead of night,
you'll wonder where I've gone.
Wasn't it you, wasn't it you,
wasn't it you that made me run away?