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 to 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 everybody sleepin' in this sleepy town tonight At the break of day I'll be a runaway A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin On my scruffy face With every cigarette I'm burnin' my regrets Don't want to leave a trace And from the rearview, I've got clear view Of who I used to be A little bit faster now Ddon't wanna turn around 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 everybody 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, 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, yeah, yeah I'm gonna pack my bags and never look back Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks And make my get away I'll put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down Leave everybody 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, I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway) (I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway, I'll be a runaway)