Song Description

No matter where we come from, when you're seventeen all you want to do is get out of your hometown and run as fast and as far as you can...

Lyrics

WALKAWAY
Lyrics by dennis fallon
Music by Dennis Fallon, Frank Yarnal, Mark kline

You got it, why don?t you flaunt it
It takes those little things, make a poor boy?s dream come true

And take it, but take it easy
I can read you, and I can see right through

That you don?t know me, and I don?t know me
And all this time, well we play a little game
And you don?t know me, and I don?t know me
Well ten years from now, will we still look the same

CHORUS

You want it, so go and get it
Life just the little things, and forget about the past and where it came
It?s better, life will get better
It all does work out, though it will end up just the same

But you don?t know me, and I don?t know me
And all these words are just games that we play
And you don?t know me, and I don?t know me
When you look in the mirror, tell me, what will you say
CHORUS

Bridge:
You know, I remember times growing up in Scranton Pennsylvania,
It ain?t the type of town you want to grow up, grow old, and grow die in
That night we took your dad?s car up to the view over the city,
We drank all the beer, I threw the beer cans down the hill
I remember rubbing, touching, pushing, the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin
That night you told me you were gonna run of to L.A., start a rock and roll band
I said I?m gonna get a job in the prison, maybe a wife,and a house
You said anyone who stayed in this town was a loser
And I knew, that when I saw you next, years from now, I would invite you in, and we?d sit and talk and talk and talk
Because if you can be a loser, and I can be a loser, hell, we can be losers together baby

CHORUS

I do all the singing, you write all the lines
I?ll drink all the whiskey, you the wine
Cant worry about the future, leads back to the past
Don?t you know I love you

You got it, why don?t you flaunt it, it takes those little things, make a poor boys dream come true.