I have often wanted to run away
And if you asked me why I'd say
"I can't live within these walls.
I'm tired of pacing up and down the halls.
Ceilings hide the stars at night,
And the sun's replaced by unnatural light.
The lawn is barely nature at all,
The grass doesn't grow over 3 inches tall.
You couldn't find an animal for miles.
Even rats don't like the toxic trash piles.
So down the rope ladder I go
My family will find it still in the window."

But when I topped that first rolling hill,
A crack broke through my ironclad will.
I imagined what I knew would come true,
My family would find out that I flew.
They would cry and be filled with great shame
because they would think that they were to blame.
I gazed out at the Wild without a dry eye,
then turned 'round and heaved a weary old sigh.

Home isn't the place where I can be free,
But it's the place where I need to be.
One of these days they'll come with me, I know.
Then I'll cross that hill, home in tow.