Runaway from Flying by Fyter

Searching through the night like a castaway
Product of a criminal mind
I know I’ll never see what I’m looking for
A treasure that he’ll never find

People used to tell me that I was insane
Just like danger with an overblown ego
Don’t waste your time, he’s out of his mind
Tell me what the hell could he know

He’s just a runaway, looking for cover
Runaway, that he’ll never find
Runaway, looking for an answer
Before he goes out of his mind

Coming to get what’s rightfully mine
The proverbial prodigal son
I’m gonna take it with me, whatever the cost
With the help of his hard-hitting six-gun

Runaway, looking for cover
Runaway, that he’ll never find
Runaway, looking for an answer
Before he goes out of his mind

I may be wrong, but I kinda doubt it
I’ve told you time after time
I heard what you said and I don’t like it
You say I may be losing my mind

My mother always told I would be a genius
Have to put up with some ridicule
But I got what I’m after, and I’m going for cover
And I’m breaking all the rules

I’m a runaway, looking for cover
Runaway, that he’ll never find
Runaway, looking for an answer
Before he goes out of his mind

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway

• Rock
• hard rock
• Morrilton