O'Keefe Your daddy hit you And you fell to the floor And you knew that you weren't Daddy's girl no more So you packed your bag And you hitched a ride And you ended up On the under side Of a New York night What a lonely place Too many people And not enough space For a runaway You don't want to leave But there's no where to stay So you runaway from home Nobody's willing To lend you a hand 'Cept the pimp who thinks He's a businessman He'll tear the spirit Away from the soul He'll sell you in pieces He'll sell you whole To withered men Who think it's funny Being fourteen Selling your love for money When you run away When you run away You don't want to leave But there's no where to stay So you runaway from home You never get love You live without hope Like dangling too long At the end of a rope We're a nation of strangers Most of us blind Our children will lead us Or leave us behind When they run away They don't want to leave But they don't want to stay So they run away Yes they run away - from home