- Votes:
- Composer:
- Stacey Earle
 
- Genres:
- Country
 
- Tags:
- americana
- country folk
 
- See also:
Stacey Earle - Weekend Runaways lyrics
We packed up for the weekend
 One change, t-shirts to sleep in
 Anything you left behind
 Exactly now what's on your mind
 But anything you forgot really couldn't cost a lot
 Everything now has it's place
 Even the tension on your face
 All wound up now ready to go
 We are winding down but it's coming slow
 Sitting on the edge of our seats
 Smooth pavement of the city streets
 Disappear beneath the hood
 And how about the weather, looks perty good
 Perty good for an opening line
 Why I didn't even have to use my mind
 Prepared with dedication
 Beware is our destination
 We are free, we are wild
 For we are our only child
 Acting out from our hearts
 Backing out not from the start
 Seeking out the good old days
 We are weekend runaways
 Heading down the interstate
 We're achieving the great escape
 Of the same ol' me the same ol' you
 Same ol' same ol' nothing new
 Why shame on me, shame on you
 Why shame on anything we may do
 But we won't blame me
 No, we won't blame youStacey Earle - Weekend Runaways - http://motolyrics.com/stacey-earle/weekend-runaways-lyrics.html
 We will blame it on the man in the moon
 Prepared with dedication
 Beware is our destination
 We are free, we are wild
 Why, we are our only child
 Acting out from our hearts
 Backing out not from the start
 Just seeking out the good old days
 We are weekend runaways
 We laughed until we cried
 We stayed up half the night
 Told all there was to know
 Leaving nowhere else to go
 We said little all the way home
 I guess we just need a little time alone
 It's the art of women that can close her mind
 The heart of of a women that finds the time
 To put every thing right back in it's place
 Always leaving an open space
 Just making room for a little bit more
 When I get home, I gotta run to the store, yeah
 Prepared with dedication
 Beware was our destination
 We were free, we were wild
 We were our only child
 Acting out from our hearts
 Backing out not from the start
 Just seeking out the good old days
 We were weekend runaways









