Running From Home - Bert Jansch
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
