On the Run

The yellow bricks,
and psalms led nowhere.
Out in the sticks,
She’ll have to drive and drive
Into a violet night
and no one will know where she’s gone,
she’s on the run.
On worn terrain,
she met a stranger
who played her game.
And now she feels she knows
the only way to go
and no one can tell her that she’s wrong.
She’s on the run.
Just drive, and drive.
Across a sea,
of twisted faces,
she cannot see,
and lost the grace to know
the only way to go
and no one can tell her what is wrong.
And now she’ll fly
into a different light,
and no one will know where she’s gone.
She’s on the run