Run

Sooo....I am going to try to write again. This is kind of building off of my idea from yesterday. I actually had a dream about the opening line of this. I think I finished the song in my dream, but I don't remember the rest. So, here goes nothing. Female country ballad.

Run
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride
Always the good friend, never the wife
In a one bed-room apartment down on seventh street
She's twenty-nine and she's got nothin' to show
But a job she hates, and an older model
Pick-up truck that breaks down every other week

People tell her to give it some time
That she'll find her place in life

But she's tired of bein caught in the backseat
Watchin' her friends and her family
Move on while she's waitin' for the better things to come
Sooner or later these stepping stones
Are gonna lead her to the open road
One of these days she's gonna run

This town is small, but its closets are burstin'
With skeletons, and folks peeking out of the curtains
It's hard to move forward when the past is standin' in your way
'Cause everybody knows someone who
Has a story to tell, regardless if it's true
Rumors spread like a wildfire 'cross a drought stricken plain

There's nothing' left for her around here
Eventually she'll get fed up and shift gears

'Cause she's tired of bein caught in the backseat

Watchin' her friends and her family

Move on while she's waitin' for the better things to come

Sooner or later these stepping stones

Are gonna lead her to the open road

One of these days she's gonna run

She sees the branches tossing in the wind

Of the thunderstorm that's movin' in

As she sits at the traffic light, waitin' for green

Raindrops on her windshield talk

Telling her not to stop

And the sweet smell of freedom is floating on the breeze

She's tired of bein caught in the backseat

Watchin' her friends and her family

Move on while she's waitin' for the better things to come

All these little stepping stones

Are leading her to the open road

Today's the day, she's gonna run

Just run