The story of a small time criminal and the foolish woman who threw away her future to run away with him

Tracy couldn't offer her anything but life on the run, trekking through the mud and cold, with an occasional stay in the home of someone whose domicile they invaded. In the end, he, cornered, shot himself dead, and she is trekking home through the mud, alone, wet, cold, and ruined. Not much of a love story.
What idiots, particularly Catherine! He, at least, did try several times to make her go home.

The Gordon Lightfoot song was nice, though.