Runaway - Spirogyra

Run, run, run, runaway

Today’s a holiday

Today we needn’t worry

About the clothes we wear

No more ‘geog' on the old school bog

No cracks about our hair

Janitor Giles, you cannot see me

Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free

Hide, hide, hide, hide away

Today it’s truant we play

Dodgy school inspectors

Will not suspect we’re here

No more French on the old school bench

No clouts behind our ears

Janitor Giles, you cannot see me

Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free

But life is what you make it

And you missed school today

Good old Smithy and his pals

What keeps them away

We’re going round

We dare not make a sound

To the house of my best friend

To a shed that he has found

And oh you’ll have to gasp

As he takes out and shows to you the photograph

Takes out and shows to you the photograph

What the picture shows

Is awfully clear to me

My friends older than I

Fest their eyes so greedily

But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway

What goes on at night

When there is no-one else around

Is the strangest part of growing up that I’ve yet found

Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real

It failed to answer questions about the way I feel

Maybe I’m a queer?

It could be by tomorrow

The answers will be found

In these pages of a magazine

The Vicars left around

And late into the night

We will wonder if the dialog was right

We will wonder if the dialog was right

Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing

Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting?

A lovely girl lives up the road

She’s much older than I

I’d really like to know her

Give the whole theory a try

To see if it is real

To see just how it feels

Hush now the boy is sleeping

And we don’t want him to wake him until the morning

He’s got a hard day to take

At the school that he hates

And so let’s leave him dreaming

Until the morning sun shines through his window

Let’s leave him dreaming

Until the morning

Let’s leave him dreaming