To Runaway One boy, one girl, both have never met. Neither is rich, neither is poor, both have parents, but yet. The boy, the girl, are all alone, because love they will never get. A boy, not shy, not dumb Would rather live alone than with his mum. His father went away when he was only three. Now he has no one to tell him how good to be. A girl, not popular, but pretty Has no one to talk to but her kitty. Her parents, they go out and drink a lot. They only tell her how good she is not. One boy, one girl, both have things to say. Sitting home all alone waiting for the day. Both having the same thoughts, there is only one way. To runaway. Blizzard Skies 4-11-82