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