Texty: John Hiatt. Little Head. Runaway.

On the outside, a beautiful thing

On the inside, a bird with a broken wing

Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind

You're mistaken, but still you'll do it all again



As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin

Can you live like this

Just crawlin' underneath their skin



CHORUS:

Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay

Run...runaway

Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say

Run...runaway



From the ashes you will rise

Distant crashes in your eyes

Though he's made you into an image of his pain

Cut and shaved you

Like a prisoner on a train

There are broken limbs

And tangled power lines

No songs like hymns

No flowers in the springtime



REPEAT CHORUS TWICE



I found your heart on Valentine's Day

I tore it apart, with all I do, with all I say



Just run....



Better run....runaway

There is no reason to stay

Run...runaway

You just run...runaway

Fast as these words that I say

Run...runaway

Better run....runaway

There is no reason to stay

Run...runaway

Better run...runaway

Fast as these words that I say

Run...runaway