Standing side of the street
I see her walking away
Her car and bags are packed
Heading straight for L.A.
More of a reason to go
Less of a reason to stay
With every mile she goes
A memory fades away
Not really hip in her school
Unsatisfied with her crowd
Only looking for someplace
Where she can be found
The poetry that she writes
A different kind of release
If they can't hear her scream
Maybe they'll hear her sing
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
The days turned into months
The months they turned into years
On a road to fame
Shedding too many tears
A few letters to home
It just wasn't the same
They even made her change her name
Well on the way to work
Turned on the radio
And I heard a familiar voice that I know
She had gotten her dream
And became a star
And her voice rang out from in my car
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
And she sang
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
But she's trying to hard to run away
From everything she left behind
And if she's gonna do this on her own then she leaves tonight
And they call her a runaway
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
And she said
"You're not gonna take away my dream (la, la, la, la)
Cause I'm running away and soon you'll see (la, la, la, and I know)
That things will be fine if I try" (that she will be fine if she tries)
And she said
"You're just wasting your breath on me (la, la, la, la)
Cause I made up my mind and soon you'll see (la, la, la, and I know)
That things will be fine if I try" (that she will be fine if she tries)
And they called her a runaway