Blonde hair blowing in the wind. A blue eyed playing in the sand. been on her trail for a little while, But that was the night that she down, And my hand. A teenage rush, she said, Ain't we all just We got time, but that much, We can't wait tomorrow. You gotta know that this is Baby, why you fight it? It's the one you can choose. Oh!
We got on a Friday night, I on the head of our unborn child, That I take care of the three of us, But I got the to slip, When the get wild. in my blood. She said she just runaway, Somewhere else, good, We wait till tomorrow. You gotta that this is real baby, why you fight it? It's the one you can choose.
take a chance, baby we can't lose. Aint we all just I it when I met you, I'm not let you runaway. I knew it when I you I wasn't letting go.
We used to look at the and confess our dreams, Hold each other till the light. We to laugh; now we only fight, are you lonesome now?
At I come home after they go to sleep. Like a ghost I haunt these halls. a picture of us on our wedding day. I recognize the but I can't settle in these walls.
We can't till tomorrow, Now caught up in the appeal baby, Why you hide it? the last thing on my mind. (Why you hide it?) I turn the over And my just comes alive.
Aint we all just I it when I met you, I'm not let you runaway. I knew it I held you I wasn't letting go.
Oh oh oh!
Aint we all just Yeah, yeah, Aint we all runaways? Yeah, yeah,