It used to be so easy to dream of running away,

to throw in the towel and become forgotten quickly in one day.

Leave all behind and always start a new

be a vagabond, a tramp in new clothing, with no expectation from anyone

because they hadn’t got used to you.

Just turn up in a different town one day,

the fresh faced boy on the street, the accent from far away.

Nobody gave a damn because they had no idea,

but they gave a damn when I could not fit in, a ragged detestable man