Reminiscing Runaway

White was the wedding in Idol's dream
Punked were the girls in a school bus scene
High school days that were so long ago
Old memories of a broken teen

So weary of it all, he was then
Now, considering what could have been
Long years in a swamp - pinned to the ground
By hateful, abusive, evil kin

Duran Duran were reaching their peak
New music would he soon have to seek
But not there in the bubbling morass
To other grounds, he would have to sneak

Distant coasts, where the sands were so white
That is where he would soon take the fight
To live a real life and to be free
Never again, a whippoorwill night

Songs were a way to ditch what had been
Soon Eddie and Layne would take him in
A path that he never thought could be
Cool crowds, long hair, bonfires, shark fins

Night on the beach would always be home
In all the places that he would roam
His feet in the shimmering white sands
Thinking of days that are long since gone