Letras
When boys are just eleven
They begin to grow in height
At a faster rate than they have done before
They develop curiosity and start to fantasize
About the things they've never thought of doing before
These dreams are no more harmful
Than the usual thoughts that boys have of
Becoming football stars or millionaires
As long as the distinction
Between fantasy and fiction remains
It's just a nature walk
It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life
A boy sits by the telephone
Wanting to call a girl
But not daring to because she might say no
At last he summons up the courage
Phones her and discovers
Someone else has asked her first and she said yes
Now's the time to deal with the fear of being rejected
No-one gets through life without being hurt
At this point the boy who's listening to this song
Is probably saying that it's easier said than done
And it's true
It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand
You're getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
It's just the facts of life
Small town dating differs from more urban situations
In particular if there's few places to go
Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade
If they have to almost anywhere will do
A family car, a disused coal mine, a rowing boat or a shed
Experimentation, familiarization
It's all a nature walk
It's just the facts of life
There's no master plan
Walk me home from school
I'll let you hold my hand