The Runaround - City Boy

He couldn’t help me out, it seems he forgot

What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders

Growing cold

Nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend

They call me the runaroud, happily holding her hand

The best kept man in town, lead your lady around

Runaround

I recall when half the world held her breath

The letters of her name hung in mid-air

But I woke up to a nightmare, and she follows me around

Running gauntlets, staring haunted at the ground

CHORUS (repeat)

Hang around in Romanoff’s to be seen

Friends pass by like I’ve never been

I remember party night, Halloween

I was Tambourlaine and she was my queen

But the champagne and the wine stains and the friends

Who waived goodby

Only echo as the wind blows, through the chandelier