(Bill Champlin Steve Lukather) Mama thought he had a condition He barely acted his age Papa chalked it off to ambition When he took to the stage A small town singer doesn't stand a chance Hiding behind the same old scene One or two parties and just a few dances Not enough chances for me Nobody here can understand Your favorite son has other plans Chorus: Runaway, don't cry again Kiss goodbye the ties that bind you Runaway, and try again Yesterday belongs behind you Tomorrow takes you home He tried to stay above the suspicions But sometimes he gave it away He knew enough to change his position The time came to live in L.A. A small town singer just can't get by Hiding behind the same old scene Nobody likes to say goodbye But bye bye, the time has come for me Nobody here can understand Your favorite son has other plans (Chorus) Runaway Kiss it all goodbye Take another try Tomorrow takes you home (Chorus)