The (Runaway) Artist - The Higher

The Higher - The Higher - The(Runaway)Artis
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
Cause I'm running away and
Soon you'll see
That things will be fine
If I try
And she said
You're just wasting your
Breath on me
That things will be fine if
I try that she will
Be fine if she tries
And they called her a runaway