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 slip 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 'till tomorrow
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
I knew it when I held you I wasn't letting go
We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams Hold each other 'till the morning light We used to laugh now we only fight Baby, are you lonesome now?
At night I come home after they go to sleep Like a stumbling ghost, I haunt this house There's a picture of us on our wedding day I recognize the girl but I can't settle in these walls
We can't wait 'till tomorrow
Now we're caught up in the appeal Baby, why you wanna hide it? It's the last thing on my mind I turn the engine over and my body just comes alive
And we're all just runaways I knew it when I met you I'm not gonna let you run away
I knew it when I held you I wasn't letting go
Ain't we all just runaways
Ain't we all just runaways
Compositores: Brandon Flowers (PRS), David Brent Keuning (PRS), Mark August Stoermer (Mark Stoermer) (PRS), Ronald Vanucci Jr (PRS)Editor: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #6616618 e fonograma #6274721 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM