Running from Home (Guitar Club, Light Programme, 1966)

Runnin', runnin' from home

Breakin' ties that you'd grown

Catchin' dreams from the clouds

The city sounds burn your soul

Turn your head to the cries

Of loneliness in the night

Just like a fly when it's caught

The spider soon takes it's prey

Spins a dance round your heart

Give me your beauty and age

A pleasure pleasing my mind

Your heart will shatter and fall

Step on pavements so old

Cast a glance at the young

Girls a making their way

The passing image of you

Reflects a pain to my heart

And disappears in a crowd

Runnin', runnin' from home

Breakin' ties that you'd grown

Catchin' dreams from the clouds