She was a small town runaway
looking for a bigger world
but the city lights, arn't very nice
to curious little girls
and the creep in the car
said he'd take her so far
but he took her all the way
Still you can't stay young
when you're on the run
and ya haven't got a penny to pay
Runaway
Milk carton memories
like the graves in Flanders' Fields
stretching to the distant sunset
so tragically surreal
Runaway, don't get in that car
Ambers' rarely make it home
little girl why'd you roam
The secondary scene
is where most will die
Now it's too late
It's much too late
It's too late, for you, to cry
Runaway
He's got filthy fingers
from his dirty dreams
of girls in their skirts
and their too tight jeans
He'll take you and break you
'til you don't cry any more
and then he'll kill you
you've become just a whore
Runaway
Predators prey
Won't be goin' home again
You'll never get back
what he takes from you
You're a milk carton photograph
no one knew
And Amber....He won't stay
to choke on the ashes
of a runaway
Milk carton memories
so tragically surreal
stretching to the distant sunset
Ambers' Flanders' Fields
Little girl...kneel by your bed and pray
You never ever hear him choking
On the ashes of a runaway
Roosty