Is there more to life than this cigarette? How does one get out of the endless pit of their helplessness and starts achieving their dreams?

Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind  A blue eyed girl playing in the sand  I'd been on her trail for a little while  But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand  A teenage rush  She said, "Ain't we all just runaways? We got time" But that ain't much