We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And And we're all all just runaways runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand

Those were different days But those were different days Staring at the picture of the runaways runaways on the wall Seems like these day you couldn’t run away at all all And And even if you did, what you got to run away to Just Just another drunk daddy with a white man’s