John Hiatt. Runaway. Zeneszám

On the outside, a beautiful thing
On the inside, a bird with a broken wing
Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind
You're mistaken but still you'll do it all again

As he shakes his fist
Somethin' dribbles down his chin
Can you live like this
Just crawlin' underneath their skin?

Better run, runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run, runaway
Better run, runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run, runaway

From the ashes you will rise
Distant crashes in your eyes
Though he's made you into an image of his pain
Cut and shaved you like a prisoner on a train

There are broken limbs
And tangled power lines
No songs like hymns
No flowers in the springtime

Better run, runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run, runaway
Better run, runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run, runaway

I found your heart on Valentine's Day
I tore it apart, with all I do, with all I say
Just run

Better run, runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run, runaway
You just run, runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run, runaway

Better run, runaway, there is no reason to stay
Run, runaway
Better run, runaway, fast as these words that I say
Run, runaway