5 4 3 2 Run

She stares all night at the plaster peeling
 Off of the shadows 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
 CHORUS
 Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
 There's more to life than just takin' up space
 Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
 5 4 3 2 ready run
 She sold we diamond ring
 and bought a Winnebago
 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 or 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
 CHORUS
 Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah what a waste
 There's more to life than just takin' up space
 Hey, hey, hey, hey- this is s'posed to be fun
 5 4 3 2 ready run
 BRIDGE
 Run, run, run, run all the way home
 Run away from the great unknown
 It felt good for a minute, 'til she got
 stuck in it
 stuck in it
 Her yellow brick road crashed
 Right through the rose-colored glass
 Rose-colored glass
 SECOND CHORUS
 Hey, hey, hey, hey-yeah, what a waste
 There's more to life than the thrill of
 the chase
 Hey, hey, hey, hey-this is s'posed to be fun
 5 4 3 2 ready run
 (REPEAT SECOND CHORUS)