5 4 3 2 Run

She stares all night at the plaster peelingOff of the shadows she painted on the ceilingTrying to find some philosophical meaningto lifeBut the truth is Ruth is ready to hatchShe's gotta break the door down,gotta bust a latchShe's gotta super-sized itchThat's gotta be scratched, alrightShe stands up and gets downAnd digs her heels out of thatpea-pickin' town[Chorus:]Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a wasteThere's more to life than just takin' up spaceHey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun5 4 3 2 ready runSo she sold her diamond ringand bought a WinnebagoFound her way to Heaven on theway to San DiegoChased her ruby red boots anywherethat they'd go, anytimeShe got sidetracked and backpackedher way to AtlantaPicked a pocketful of posies, gothere busted in 'BamaTruck stop trollop, selling rosesfrom a van for a dimeShe woke up and broke downCollect call to that pea-pickin' town[Repeat Chorus][Bridge:]Run, run, run, run all the way back homeRun away from the great unknownIt felt good for a mintue, 'til she gotstuck in itStuck in itHer yellow brick road crashedRight through the rose-colored glassRose-colored glass[Second Chorus:]Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a wasteThere's more to life that the thrill ofthe chaseHey, hey, hey, hey - this is s'posed to be fun5 4 3 2 ready run[Repeat Second Chorus]