(Ian Hunter) Where do you go when youve somewhere to run But the time isnt right and theres things to be done And youre trapped half-way up, you dont want to go back So you keep going on - compromising the lack And you see the green fields as you travel on by And you look at the things youd forgotten to try And you wish you were young and you wish you were old For the songs always sung and the stories been told And you thought you were different but what did it mean For you tricked yourself trying - lifes still unseen As it is, as it was, as it always will be Will you find out at all what it is to be free See it never was easy to live with a head So I kept to the back room and I live there instead What comes from the front-room is only for "friends" I have a bay window but thats where it ends And its here I see pictures and my madness is clear And theres no longer logic so therefore no fear And Im almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when Ive written a song - its alright...