Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand I've been on a trail for a little while And that was the night that she broke down And held my hand
The teenage rush, she said: Ain't we all just runaways? 'Cuz we got time But that ain't much We can't wait 'till tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby Why you wanna fight it? It's the one thing you can choose
We got engaged on a Friday night I swore on the head of our unborn child That I could take care of the three of us But I got the tendency to sleep When the nights get wild It's in my blood She said she might just run away to somewhere else Some place good We can't wait...
You gotta know that this is real, baby Why you wanna fight it? It's the one thing you can choose
Let's take a chance, baby, we can't lose Ain't we all, just runaways
I knew it when I met you I'm not gonna let you run away