Runaway Bay
I didn't want to just leave
but I had to get on the road.
The road to Runaway Bay
The place I've lived, the place I'll die
The place my mind flew away
And I don't know when I'll take my last breath
The place that's my home, the place of my death
That place that some say
Is Runaway Bay
I wear my bright colors
And my heart on my sleeve
My head's always churning
New stories it weaves
So I write in my notebook
I draw on my arms
The way that I'll find my escape.
Just take me to Runaway Bay.
And I was his friend
I was his family
I wanted a hug
Wanted one last goodbye
I had no idea
I mean really, no clue
He was going to Runaway Bay.
So why can't you take me there too?
I wish you were here
I wish you could breathe
I need an embrace
Grip that you haven't left
I know in my head
I know that you're gone
But my heart is just throbbing so bad
Thoughts of Runaway Bay drive me mad
And this is the mind
I'm here
I'm now
I'm going to do it
This is all and I'm gone
I've been blown away
My life wasted away
But I know that it was not a waste
Since I've arrived in Runaway Bay
I've left my goodbyes
Posted there on the wall
I hope that they'll see it
I hope they see me.
I know they won't get it
Why I came all this way
Why I took this long road down to Runaway Bay.
I went to the party
I cried and I cried
I sat and I knew it was wrong
I looked at your face
One last glimpse at your face
But it stretched and it twisted all wrong
And I hadn't a chair
I sat on the floor
My limbs were all crushed and all cramped
I sobbed and I writhed and I stared at the floor
And I thought about Runaway Bay
What a surprise was Runaway Bay.
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