She packed her things in a carpet bag She left home never looking back Taking care to cover up her tracks Stopping over till she made a wage Telling no one she was underage A number on a missing person's page Rings on her fingers, fling on her toes She shouted music wherever she goes On a transistor radio Family doctors, potions and pills Told no cure for the small-town girl She don't fit in the small-town world Run away Run away Run away Run away Darkness falls and finds her on her own A sparkling highway just keeps rolling on She's a thousand miles from home Dropping coins into a telephone But all that answers is a ringing tone Sometimes it seems the whole world's not at home Rings on her fingers, fling on her toes She shouted music wherever she goes On a transistor radio Family doctors, potions and pills Told no cure for the small-town girl She don't fit in the small-town world Run away Run away Run away Run away Run away Run away Run away Run away Folks go away and wander by She never stops to say goodbye And back at home they sit and sigh Steady job, nice young man They thought they had the future planned But they could never, ever understand Run away Run away Run away Run away Run away Thank you. Thank you. It goes like this again.