Stares all night at the plaster peeling
Off of the shadow she painted on the ceiling
Trying to find some philosophical meaning to life
But the truth is Ruth is ready to hatch
She's gotta break the door down
Gotta bust a latch
She's got a super-sized itch that's gotta be scratched, alright.
She stands up and gets down
And digs her heels out of that pea-pickin' town

Hey yeah, what a waste
There's more to life than just taking up space
Hey yeah,
This is supposed to be fun
5-4-3-2... ready, run!

So she sold her diamond ring and bought a winnebego
Found her way to Heaven on the way to San Diego
Chased her ruby red boots anywhere that they'd go, anytime
She got sidetracked and backpacked her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful of posies, got her busted in 'Bama
Truck stop trollop, selling roses from a van for a dime
She woke up and broke down
Collect call to that pea-pickin' town

Hey yeah, what a waste
There's more to life than just taking up space
Hey yeah,
This is supposed to be fun
5-4-3-2... ready, run!


[Bridge:]
Run, run, run, run all the way back home
Run away from the great unknown
It felt good for a mintue, 'til she got stuck in it
Stuck in it

Her yellow brick road crashed
Right through the rose-colored glass
Rose-colored glass

Hey, hey, hey, hey - yeah, what a waste
There's more to life that the thrill of the chase
Hey, hey, hey, hey - this is supposed to be fun
5 4 3 2... ready run