(Composição: Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, Ronnie Vannucci, Mark Stoermer) Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand I've been on her trail for a little while But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand The teenage rush, she said: Ain't we all just runaways? 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't 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 runaway 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't 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 runaway 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 this 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 Ain't we all just runaways I knew it when I met you I'm not gonna let you runaway I knew it when I held you I wasn't letting go Ain't we all just runaways?
