LYRICS 
Blonde hair blowin’ in the summer wind,
A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand,
I’d been on a trail for a little while,
But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand,
The teenage rush, she said, ‘maybe I’ll just run away, we got time,
Well that ain’t much’…

“We can’t wait ‘til tomorrow,
You gotta know that this is real,
Baby why you wanna fight it?
It’s the one thing you can choose, oh!”

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 says she might just run away somewhere else, some place good.

“We can’t wait ‘til 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,
Means: “we’re all just runaways”,
I knew that when I met you, I’m not gonna let you run away,
I knew that when I held you, I wasn’t lettin’ go.

We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams,
Hold each other to 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 these halls,
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 ‘til tomorrow,
No we’re caught up in the appeal,
baby why you wanna hide it?
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It’s the last thing on my mind,
I turn the engine over and my body just comes alive and we all just runaways.
I knew that when I met you, I’m not gonna let you runaway,
I knew that when I held you, I wasn’t lettin go,
(And we’re all just runaways)
Yeah, run away,
(And we’re all just runaways)
Yeah.

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A los 10 años encontró refugio de la ciudad de la furia en una máquina de escribir. Más tarde conectaría con la escritura de viajes en un intento de traducir la mirada poética sobre el mundo que la rodea. Desde entonces, se ha alejado y ha vuelto a la poesía como quien vuelve a los brazos del amante: buscando calor.

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