I told Mama I’m’a run away to California
where I think I’ll stay
and if Mama has a problem
tell her I’ll write her every day
Cause I don’t don’t know what went wrong
and I don’t know if I’m okay
So let’s run into the mountains
and let our hair down
play our music loud
talk about those things
that would have made our Papas proud
until then let’s walk around
get out of this town and walk around
Cause now I know what went wrong and now I know that I’m okay
Somebody anybody tell me why
it’s so hard to live before you die
Somebody anybody tell me why
Whoa…