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

I knew it when I had you
I wasn't letting go