The Runaway

She packed her things in a carpet bag
She left home, never looking back
Taking care to cover up her tracks

Stopping over 'till she made a wage
Telling no-one she was under age
A number on a missing persons page

Rings on her finger, paint on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes
On her transistor radio
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway

Darkness falls and finds her on her own
The sparkling highway just keeps rolling on
She's a thousand miles from home

Dropping coins into a telephone
All that answers is a ringing tone
Sometimes it feels the whole world's not at home

Rings on her finger, paint on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes
On her transistor radio
Runaway, runaway
(Runaway) county lines, an APB
Nothing stops her being free
(Runaway) she will wander where she pleases
(Runaway) her folks will always wonder why
She never stopped to say goodbye
(Runaway) and back at home, they sit and sigh
(Runaway) A steady job, a nice young man
They thought they had a future planned
(Runaway) they could never, ever understand

(Runaway) midnight comes, and they hope she's safe
All that comes for the small town girl
(Runaway) she don't fit in the small-town world