Smalltown Boy
You leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face
Father will never understand why you had to leave
But the answers you seek will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away
Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely girl
You were the one they'd talk about around town as they put you down
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Chico de Pueblo
Te vas por la mañana con todo lo que tienes en un pequeño maletín negro
Solo en una plataforma, el viento y la lluvia en un rostro triste y solitario
Tu padre nunca entenderá por qué tuviste que irte
Pero las respuestas que buscas nunca se encontrarán en casa
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye
Empujada y pateada, siempre una chica solitaria
Eras de las que hablaban en el pueblo mientras te menospreciaban
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye
Escrita por: Marcus Layton