When I run out of things to write about
I'll sell my studio and get out of town
We'll wake up and make new memories
Remind ourselves that the good things are free and

Run away
The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I
Need to know
Is this what we want
Or is this all for show?

When the fields are cleared and the work is done
Will we look back and love who we've become
Is there more to the day than the end of the week
Will we see only colors when we fall asleep and

Run away
The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I
Need to know
Is this what we want
Or is this all for show?

Run away
The hustle and bustle won't have the last say, I
Need to know
Is this what we want
Or is this all for show?