Pinewood - Run For Home

I've travelled the land with a guitar in my hand
And an eye ever open for some fun
I've made some mistakes, had my share of the breaks
Seen the boys on the make and on the bum

Run for home, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home
Run for home, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home

I've been to the places in town where the faces
Hang round just to stare at each other
I've looned with them, screamed at the moon, behavеd like a buffoon
But I soon discovered

Run for homе, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home
Run for home, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home

I've seen all the frowns on the faces of the clowns
And the downs that they take just to be free
And I've seen all the girls in their pretty frocks and curls
But they don't mean a lot to me

I've been to the places in town where the faces
Hang round just to stare at each other
I've looned with them, screamed at the moon, behaved like a buffoon
But I soon discovered
Run for home, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home
Run for home, run as fast as I can
Whoa, running man, running for home