s/he says s/he's tired of working overtime and troubles weighing on his/her mind in class. s/he said s/he'd like to pack his/her bags and run away, and never look back. s/he says this life of mine's like doing time for crimes that i didn't commit. s/he says if life is just a game, i'm on the losing team - and i just want to quit.


s/he says we can take this weekend, drive out past city limits, keep on driving just as far as we can go. and we can take this weekend, and make it last forever, deal the shackles of our lives a breaking blow. because to run away is victory, a tank of gas is freedom, and a starry night and open road is hope. we can take my fast car, or maybe just close our eyes, and when we open them the world we want ... can be the world we know.