Belafonte – Any Place Is Better Than Here

Were the tires squealing in your dreams?
Was I smiling so happily?
Did we jump the canyon or fall to the floor?

Run with me,
I'm feeling boxed up in this town,
Hide with me,
When your dad comes to track us down

I no longer heard the music when you hit the gas and
The world was just a blur,
Five more hours and we'll ditch the car and burn it,
Yeah we'll burn it down

Run with me,
I'm feeling boxed up in this town,
Hide with me,
When your dad comes to track us down

Any Place Is Better
Any Place Is Better Than Here