This song was inspired by a documentary program I watched back in my Puffton Village days in Amherst, MA. The program followed the lives of a few teenage girl runaways aways who were lured into a life of prostitution in order to survive life on the streets in Los Angeles and NYC. I love the melody to this song, it’s very catchy and always performed well on stage.
RUNAWAY
Verse 1
Midnight, backstreet, got to find a phone or they’ll be Hell to pay.
In her, pocket, white-collared man’s bills she too ashamed to …
Count how many times she’s earned them … no thank you’s they just roll over.
CHORUS:
Her nights know more than words can say, don’t ask why tomorrow never speaks … of them, they’re all she’s scared to be.
She’s lost to be in love, yeah. She’s lost to be in love, yeah. Oh ….
Verse 2
Visions fill her head and fade as they begin to paint … somewhere, better for her … than
Lying every way she’s learned the ropes so well she can untie her own knots.
Beginning with the first time, she wakes with bruises up and down her legs … that she spreads for dough.
No, no – oh (CHORUS)
Bridge:
There’s something about her. About the place she comes from. They love her and they’re searching hard …
And they will never let go … no, oh … no, no no. (CHORUS to end)
Written by B.W. Gibson (Brian Gibson) November 1998
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