(ian hunter)
Where do you go when youve somewhere to run
But the time isnt right and theres things to be done
And youre trapped half-way up, you dont want to go back
So you keep going on - compromising the lack
And you see the green fields as you travel on by
And you look at the things youd forgotten to try
And you wish you were young and you wish you were old
For the songs always sung and the stories been told
And you thought you were different but what did it mean
For you tricked yourself trying - lifes still unseen
As it is, as it was, as it always will be
Will you find out at all what it is to be free
See it never was easy to live with a head
So I kept to the back room and I live there instead
What comes from the front-room is only for "friends"
I have a bay window but thats where it ends
And its here I see pictures and my madness is clear
And theres no longer logic so therefore no fear
And Im almost dead with uncontrollable light
Sometimes when Ive written a song - its alright...
