The river down below carries a boat.
Gently she ripples in the morning breeze.
There is only silence, everything’s so quiet.
The world is a cloud, on my shoulder it sleeps.
I had to leave the studio,
’cause I’m full of jaded tunes.
I see you coming down the road.
Are you also breaking loose?

I see you’re the runaway kind.
Looking for something?
What’s on your mind?
Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
or is it just a fantasy?
I know you’re the runaway kind.
Looking for something?
What’s on your mind?
Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
or is it just a fantasy?

Take a look around. Let’s see what we’ll find.
Things to remember. Stories to tell.
Turn a new direction, off this old dusty road.
I have walked it too long. I know it too well.
I always tried to do my best.
Now I’m full of jaded tunes.
I don’t see why we couldn’t be friends,
if we both are breaking loose.

I see you’re the runaway kind.
Looking for something?
What’s on your mind?
Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
or is it just a fantasy?
I know you’re the runaway kind.
Looking for something?
What’s on your mind?
Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
or is it just a fantasy?