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.

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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.

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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