“They always said, ‘You can’t outrun your problems.’ Which is funny, ‘cause I did. Over fences, through cemeteries, straight onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike wearing nothing but a plain white sheet See, Risa and me we weren’t bad kids, we just had better places to be. Problem is, every time you break out of a group home, there’s somebody with a badge who takes it real personal. I got busted with a half-pack of Winston’s once, and this lady, lipstick cracked like the desert floor dug ‘em out of my underwear like she’d just solved Watergate. I didn’t care tomorrow I’d be gone, and you can’t punish a ghost. “Against the wall,” she said, cold and mean Winston’s in my jeans where they shouldn’t be seen Didn’t care, ‘cause tomorrow I’d be gone Me and Risa had our runaway song Dropped my books, met her at the store Didn’t know where we were headed for Axl Rose lookalike Buick ride Police came fast, so I slipped outside Sheets for skirts, thumbs in the air Barbed wire fences and a thousand stares Running from walls that want us inside We’re just two girls on a nowhere ride Orange jumpsuits, laundry chute dreams Cut through brambles, tore at the seams Jane just yelled, “Let ‘em go” So we hit the lawns and the turnpike road Trucker stopped, said “Hop on in” Flannel shirts for the runaway twins Marlboro reds, a twenty in my hand Talk of Vermont made Risa stand Sheets for skirts, thumbs in the air Barbed wire fences and a thousand stares Running from walls that want us inside We’re just two girls on a nowhere ride Got dropped off with nowhere to run Lucky us, look what we’d done Shoeless, pantless, wild and free Right at the gates of the nut house marquee Through the brambles, cut to the bone Barbed wire fence, my new throne I climbed fast, feeling just fine Risa caught, yelling “My panties!” in time “Be quiet, Risa, they’ll send the white coats” But it’s too late, the warehouse blokes Pulled her free, we hit the lot Asked for a phone, but luck we ain’t got 2025 Lyrics by Nikki H. / GenXDreams
