Sitting at the crossways
   Trying to keep my cool with the traffic lights
   I've been up and down this line so any times
   Girl, it's never right
   Me and this machine keep the crazy urban dream
   Locked in overflow
   Sometimes I swear I could spin these old wheels
   Just let it go
  
   Runaway
  
   Is it something that you hear
   Coming through the waves on the radio
   Or something that you see gently taps your memory
   And shoots you down
   Those hometown thoughts, school yard dreams and yesterdays
   Moving in I just put my head down and drift away
   And we're moving up and down, in and out of town
   We're all searching for that piece of higher ground
   somewhere...
   Runaway