The river down below carries a boat.
Gently she ripples in the morning breeze.
There is only silence, everything’s so quiet.
The world is a cloud, on my shoulder it sleeps.
 I had to leave the studio,
 ’cause I’m full of jaded tunes.
 I see you coming down the road.
 Are you also breaking loose?     

  I see you’re the runaway kind.
  Looking for something?
  What’s on your mind?
  Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
  or is it just a fantasy?
  I know you’re the runaway kind.
  Looking for something?
  What’s on your mind?
  Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
  or is it just a fantasy?  

Take a look around. Let’s see what we’ll find.
Things to remember. Stories to tell.
Turn a new direction, off this old dusty road.
I have walked it too long. I know it too well.
 I always tried to do my best.
 Now I’m full of jaded tunes.
 I don’t see why we couldn’t be friends,
 if we both are breaking loose.    

  I see you’re the runaway kind.
  Looking for something?
  What’s on your mind?
  Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
  or is it just a fantasy?
  I know you’re the runaway kind.
  Looking for something?
  What’s on your mind?
  Do you still believe there’s a way to be free,
  or is it just a fantasy?