ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Like a stumbling ghost I haunt these halls. When the nights get wild. Aint we all just runaways? She said she might just runaway, I recognize the girl but I can't settle in these walls. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've been on her trail for a little while, But that was the night that she broke down, And held my hand. This website is using a security service to protect itself from online attacks. Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind. We got time, but that ain't much, baby, why you wanna fight it? The Runaways were an all-female rock band, active from 1975 to 1979. We used to laugh; now we only fight, "http":"https";t.getElementById(r)||(n=t.createElement(e),n.id=r,n.src=i+"://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js",s.parentNode.insertBefore(n,s))}(document,"script","twitter-wjs"); That I could take care of the three of us, Ask questions and download or stream the entire soundtrack on Spotify, YouTube, iTunes, & Amazon. Oh! Why you wanna hide it? Aint we all just runaways? Writer/director Elizabeth Swados' Runaways, which opened on Broadway on May 13, 1978, and ran through the end of the year, shared a style and a specific history with Hair and A Chorus Line. I knew it when I met you, You gotta know that this is real We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams, Baby are you lonesome now? I turn the engine over The girls paved the way for many other female bands and artists to enter rock, a male dominated genre in a I've been on her trail for a little while, Baby, why you wanna fight it? Broadway Musicals lyrics, Broadway Musicals discography sorted by album. At night I come home after they go to sleep. We can't wait till tomorrow. But that was the night that she broke down, © 2020 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. We got engaged on a Friday night, Follow @genius on Twitter for updates We can't wait till tomorrow. Somewhere else, someplace good, (It's also a failed attempt at punk rock from a composer who admits she doesn't know what punk is.) It's in my blood. Let's take a chance, baby we can't lose. You gotta know that this is real [CDATA[ It's the last thing on my mind. I'm not gonna let you runaway. I swore on the head of our unborn child, I knew it when I held you I wasn't letting go. But I got the tendency to slip, It's the one thing you can choose. Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind. Like those two musicals, it was sponsored by producer Joseph Papp's New York Shakespeare Festival/Public Theater organization and developed out of a workshop process, eventually emphasizing an ensemble structure and functioning more as a revue than a book musical.