Testo di 'Weekend Runaways' di Stacey Earle

We packed up for the weekend
One change, t-shirts to sleep in
Anything you left behind
Exactly now what's on your mind
But anything you forgot really couldn't cost a lot
Everything now has its place
Even the tension on your face

All wound up now ready to go
We are winding down but it's coming slow
Sitting on the edge of our seats
Smooth pavement of the city streets
Disappear beneath the hood
And how about the weather, looks perty good
Perty good for an opening line
Why I didn't even have to use my mind

Prepared with dedication
Beware is our destination
We are free, we are wild
For we are our only child
Acting out from our hearts
Backing out not from the start
Seeking out the good old days
We are weekend runaways

Heading down the interstate
We're achieving the great escape
Of the same ol' me the same ol' you
Same ol' same ol' nothing new

Why shame on me, shame on you
Why shame on anything we may do
But we won't blame me
No, we won't blame you
We will blame it on the man in the moon

Prepared with dedication
Beware is our destination
We are free, we are wild
Why, we are our only child

Acting out from our hearts
Backing out not from the start
Just seeking out the good old days
We are weekend runaways

We laughed until we cried
We stayed up half the night
Told all there was to know
Leaving nowhere else to go

We said little all the way home
I guess we just need a little time alone
It's the art of women that can close her mind
The heart of of a women that finds the time

To put every thing right back in its place
Always leaving an open space
Just making room for a little bit more
When I get home, I gotta run to the store, yeah

Prepared with dedication
Beware was our destination
We were free, we were wild
We were our only child
Acting out from our hearts
Backing out not from the start
Just seeking out the good old days
We were weekend runaways