Mother stares at the empty bed Still haunted by the words her daughter said "I'm leaving, 'cause nobody understands The anger that's inside of me, sometimes it's More than I can comprehend." Her father drives down the Boulevard He shows her picture to the corner crowd "Has anyone seen my little girl, We only want her to come home We only want to tell her how we feel." Now, now that she's run away Her house is cold and dark Her parents hardly talk She's in a city far away She says she'll never go home But tonight she'll cry herself to sleep She sleeps in the streets, She sleeps in the doorways, She sleeps with men she doesn't know Every once in a while she thinks about home Maybe she'll call tomorrow Maybe she'll never call