Leaving again...and she don't know why.   Packs up her things, when her road gets just a little too straight   Strips her room and she says goodbye   To the ones that stick around and sit and laugh and cry and talk about the life that knows her      Never a fool but she feels like one   And she holds...my hand.      (Chorus)   She's runnning to San Francisco   Leaving the walls behind.   Arms wrapped around her shoulders,   Tumbling through tired.      She's running to the city   Getting out of this old place   Looking though the rusted window,   Fall into space.      The only people she'll know are the ones she'll meet tomorrow   The closest friends are sitting stranded at the little run-in diner   Where she used to work.   But they wonder if their tears are really about her or if they're thinking about themselves   And they catch her thoughts on right up high   And the minutes...roll by.      (Chorus)      Running to...a tall glass cut building   Running to...a bed nice and warm   Running to...a black picket fence now   Running to...A life ripped and torn   Running to...A cramped old apartment   Running to a life not like it seems...      A couple months have passed and she was sitting on the front step   A local man came by and told her bout some problems that he's got   He's lost his job and his rent ran dry   She said, hey man just get up and change some things about the way that you are   And he sits on right down next to her   And she holds...his hand