Testo Kid Runaway - The Rubettes
Testo della canzone Kid Runaway (The Rubettes), tratta dall'album The Very Best Of
Boats on the water and fish in the sea
And your head full of visions of new liberty
A seat on the Greyhound, a case in your hand
Leavin' your family, you don't understand
That life can be hard on the kid breakaway
She's got no one to talk to and so much to say
Bats in the belfry the size of her fears
And the ads on the TV ain't what they appear
Your papa is reelin' from whiskey and her
And mama is wishin' she'd bought you that skirt
You know there's no El Dorado in sorrowful flight
And no Disney posters to tell you goodnight
So sing it, "Ah, she's the kid runaway"
Good Lord knows the reasons, kid, please us to say
So sing it, "Ah, won't you keep her from pain?"
And we'll put all the pieces together again
And here in a tangle, a life in a mess
And the freeway patrolman, he don't have to guess
And so he buys her a coffee and calls on the phone
"We got somebody's daughter," but never your own
You know there's kids on the highway, there's kids on the run
But they end in the alley when all's said and done
So sing it, "Ah, she's the runaway kid"
Good Lord only knows why she did what she did
So sing it, "Ah, won't you keep her from pain?"
And we'll put all the pieces together again
Ah, she's the kid runaway
Good Lord knows the reasons, kid, please us to say
So sing it, "Ah, won't you keep her from pain?"
And we'll put all the pieces together again
Ah, if you see her please say
That her family's missin' the kid runaway
Credits
Writer(s): Alan James Williams, John George Richardson
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