Where do you go when you've somewhere to run But the time isn't right and there's things to be done And you're trapped half-way up, you don't 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 you'd 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 - life's 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 that's where it ends
And it's here I see pictures and my madness is clear And there's no longer logic so therefore no fear And I'm almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when I've written a song - it's alright...