I’ve got my things packed,

my fav ’rite pil low,

got my (Cm)sleep ing bag,

climbed out the win dow.

All the (Bb)pic tures and pain

I’ve left be hind,

all the (Cm)free dom and fame

I’ve got ta find.

And I won der how long it ’ll take them to no tice that I’m gone.

And I won der how far it ’ll take me to run a way,

(Life don’t make an y run sense to a (Cm)way,

(This life makes no run sense a me.) (Cm)way,

(Life don’t make an y run sense to a (Cm)way.

(Life don’t make an y sense to me.) I was just try’n’ to be my self.

You go your way; I’ll meet you in hell.

It’s all these se crets that I should n’t tell.

I’ve got to run a way.

It’s hyp o crit i cal of you: do as you say, not as you do.

I’ll nev er be your per fect girl.

I’ve got to run a way.

Well, I’m too (Bb)young to be

tak en ser i ous ly,

but I’m too (Cm)old to be lieve

all this hy poc ri sy.

And I won der how long it ’ll take them to see my bed is made.

And I won der

if I was a mis take.

I might have no where left to go, but I know that I can not go home.

These voic es trapped in side my head tell me to run be fore I’m dead, chase the rain bows in my mind.

And I will try to stay a live.

May be the world will know my name.

God, won’t you help me run a way?

(Life don’t make an y run sense to a (Cm)way,

(This life makes no run sense to a (Cm)way.

I could sing for change

on a Par is street,

be a red light danc er in New Or leans,

I could start a gain,

choose a fam i ly,

I could change my name, come and go as I please.

In the dead of night you’ll (Cm)won der where I’ve gone,

but was n’t it you,

was n’t it you,

was n’t it you that made me run a way?

I was just try’n’ to be my self.

You go your way; I’ll meet you in hell.

All these se crets that I should n’t tell; I’ve got to run a way.

It’s hyp o crit i cal of you: do as you say, not as you do.

I’ll nev er be your per fect girl.

I’ve got to run a way,

(Life don’t make an y run sense a me.) (Cm)way,

(This life makes no run sense a me.) (Cm)way,

(Life don’t make an y run sense to a (Cm)way.

(Life don’t make an y sense to me.)

This life makes no sense to me,

it don’t make an y sense to me.

It don’t make an y sense to me.

Life don’t make an y sense to me.