Runaway

No need to talk it out

Around the walkabout

It takes your breath away

Takes it so far away

Nowhere we have to be

One for the company

Oh look, a runaway

A Roman holiday

We could trade places A B C

Cover the bases 1 2 3

I could be you and you'd be me

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun

Beating the countdown, jump the gun

Paradise lost and look who won

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

The bastard of the brood

Living in solitude

They threw it all away

And took a holiday

You ask so pretty please

To get ahead of me

Oh yes, oh probably

So much for subtlety

We could trade places A B C

Cover the bases 1 2 3

I could be you and you'd be me

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun

Beating the countdown, jump the gun

Paradise lost and look who won

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

If I had it my way, my way again

It would come in a spray

Make tomorrow today, today again

Make tomorrow today

If I had it my way, my way again

It would come in a spray

Make tomorrow today, today again

Make tomorrow today

We could trade places A B C

Cover the bases 1 2 3

I could be you and you'd be me

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun

Beating the countdown, jump the gun

Paradise lost and look who won

Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah