Run for homelindisfarnei've travelled the landwith a guitar in my handand an eye ever open for some funi've made some mistakeshad my share of the breaksseen the boys on the make and on the bumch:run for home run as fast as i canoh-oh running man running for homerun for home run as fast as i canoh-oh running man running for homei've seen all the frownson the faces of the clownsand the downs that they take just to be freeand i've seen all the girlsin their pretty frocks and curlsbut it don't mean a lot to mechorusand i've been to the places in townwhere the faces hang roundjust to stare at each otheri've looned with them screamed at the moonbehaved like a buffoon but i soon discoveredchfrom: "joy green" <joyg@iconz.co.nz>