5 4 3 2 Run

She stares all night at the plaster peeling

Off of the shadows she painted on the ceiling

Trying to find some philosophical meaning

to life

But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch

She's gotta break the door down,

gotta bust a latch

She's gotta super-sized itch

That's gotta be scratched, alright

She stands up and gets down

And digs her heels out of that

pea-pickin' town

Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a waste

There's more to life than just takin' up space

Hey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun

5 4 3 2 ready run

So she sold her diamond ring

and bought a Winnebago

Found her way to Heaven on the

way to San Diego

Chased her ruby red boots anywhere

that they'd go, anytime

She got sidetracked and backpacked

her way to Atlanta

Picked a pocketful of posies, got

here busted in 'Bama

Truck stop trollop, selling roses

from a van for a dime

She woke up and broke down

Collect call to that pea-pickin' town

Run, run, run, run all the way back home

Run away from the great unknown

It felt good for a mintue, 'til she got

stuck in it

Stuck in it

Her yellow brick road crashed

Right through the rose-colored glass

Rose-colored glass

Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a waste

There's more to life that the thrill of

the chase

Hey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun

5 4 3 2 ready run