I was running crazy, I was running wild.
|
Living on the edge, yeah I was living in the skies.
|
My hands starts shaking like the streets of Hollywood.
|
My mind was wasted, I still did the best I could.
|
|
One day I left town with just the shirt on my back.
|
And a guitar on my shoulder, yeah I wasn't coming back.
|
I had to break the spell that my heart was under
|
So I rolled out of town on wheels of thunder.
|
|
And I will never forget what my mother said. She said;
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
Run baby run, cross New York City
|
Run baby run, to the streets of L.A.
|
Run baby run, yeah you can't slow down.
|
You can never stay when you're living like a runaway.
|
|
I remember when I was seventeen. Riding in the back of a black limousine.
|
I used to stare at the sun, and ask for God to please guide me.
|
In the right direction. I didn't know where I was going.
|
I didn¡¯t know where I was gonna stay.
|
All I knew I was going far far away.
|
And it still feels like yesterday, when he says;
|
|
[Repeat chorus]
|
|
[Guitar solo]
|
|
I left each town with a wink and a kiss. That maybe I'll be back real soon.
|
A lot of memories from fans like you. People that made my dreams come true.
|
And I can still hear them saying:
|
|
[Repeat chorus]
|
|
Run baby run. [Repeat until song ends]
|
|
-----------------
|
Living Like A Runaway
|
Lita Ford |