The wind of change sure found itself
a bosom-pal in you, singing
"You want to be free? Follow me."
You say I must accept it
But baby now I've got news for you
Just can't be
Runaround,
Don't give me your runaround
Runaround,
You know you're messing me around
Runaround, turning it upside-down
Runaround,
Don't you give me your runaround
Your pretty little itchy feet
are playing havoc with my nerves
Ain't what I deserve
No it ain't what your old man deserves
To say you're missing out
on too much action
Like you're trapped inside a shell
Some kind of private hell well well well
Go if you want to
I couldn't stop you
Wouldn't even try to
Any dream that I try to fly
is bound to fall
No call for cages
Yet anger rages
I guess in stages we'll come round
to forgetting about it all
But tell me where will you go
when there's nowhere to run to?
Who will unfasten the locks
on the door?
Who will you talk to
with more than "How are you?"
Who'll bring a smile when this life
is a bore for my runaround?
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