She was just an average blue-eyed

Golden high school dream

An illusion nothing real could ever touch.

Funny love seemed so much more intense

At seventeen

When I knew she'd never love me

Half as much.

I recall the desparte vow I made

I must find a way somehow to win her heart

I've got to make her mine.



(Chorus)

I'm gonna run away

'Till I prove that I'm a man

Gonna run away

And be the best I know I can

I'm gonna run away

Gotta find my space and time

And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine.



Trades were made for promises

Of a timeless memory

And I knew but still refused to comprehend

The fantasy more glamorous

Then she could could ever be

Was the course of least resistance

In the end.



Long ago an innocence

Lived deep within my soul,

In a yesterday where love

And dreams remain

But disillusion clouds my eyes

And the winter takes its toll

For the spring has gone

And will not come again.



Copyright 1976 C.A.M.-U.S.A.

Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)