She stares all night at the plaster peeling  Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling  Trying to find some philosophical meaning  to life  But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch  She's gotta break the door down,  gotta bust a latch  She's gotta super-sized itch  That's gotta be scratched, alright    She stands up and gets down  And digs her heels out of that  pea-pickin' town    [Chorus:]  Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a waste  There's more to life than just takin' up space  Hey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun  5 4 3 2 ready run    So she sold her diamond ring  and bought a Winnebago  Found her way to Heaven on the  way to San Diego  Chased her ruby red boots anywhere  that they'd go, anytime  She got sidetracked and backpacked  her way to Atlanta  Picked a pocketful of posies, got  here busted in 'Bama  Truck stop trollop, selling roses  from a van for a dime  She woke up and broke down  Collect call to that pea-pickin' town    [Repeat Chorus]    [Bridge:]  Run, run, run, run all the way back home  Run away from the great unknown  It felt good for a mintue, 'til she got  stuck in it  Stuck in it    Her yellow brick road crashed  Right through the rose-colored glass  Rose-colored glass    [Second Chorus:]  Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a waste  There's more to life that the thrill of  the chase  Hey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun  5 4 3 2 ready run    [Repeat Second Chorus]