Текст песни Running Away

There's a lot of teardrops falling, There's a lot of bus stops calling, Telling me that I could run away. But all I've got is heartache, honey, And all I've got is brown money, So I ain't going no place far today. But then again I've got two feet And although my legs Ain't got much meat I know They'll sure as hell go Where I say. So I'll scrap it all on my running shoes, Bypassing those bus-ride blues. Times got hard, so I'm running away. Petrol fumes in my face I love that taste Tastes like freedom Run run run running away Run run running away Run run running away Run run running away Run run running away