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)