Run your fingers through your hairnLet's pick up from where we left offnCall all your friends, announce the new victorynOnce you were sweet to me, knock it offnnThe music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe younDoesn't prove you're worth a dimenYou work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tocknBut this isn't your timenMove over son, it's my turn to shinennWas there ever a momentnOne small slice in historynWhen I took you seriously?nWhen your belt and your shoesnDid not announce your poor taste so fearlessly?n'Cause that's news to mennAnd you can forget it, I get itnI just don't let it get to me nI regret to inform I do not fret or mournnThe way things used to benIt's all in the past now, it's all gonennAnd the only way into the sun is walkingnBut you'd rather runnYou'd rather run awaynnThe songs he writes are for dadnThe true love lost 'fore he ever hadnIf stories begun If father loved sonnWe wouldn't be feelin' so badnBut doesn't everyone?n nAnd it's not that I hate younI never loved you enough to hate younTo get even or mad so as not to seem sadnJust seems ungratefuln'Cause really, I am thankful I'm sadnnMaybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed nThen again, I dunno where you came fromnYou keep carvin' out namesnFirst Jamie then JamesnAnd I can't keep up to restrain younHow come?nnWe two came together for worst and for betternIt's truenAnd the weather is clevernBut she's not the only one getting over younIt's me, toonnAnd the only way into the sun is walkingnBut you'd rather runnYou'd rather run awaynnMy god, it's no fun to watch you play dumbnWith your ugly hand on her thighnAnd she's nervous too, but politeness eschewsnThe impulse to finger denynPlus, your girlfriend's a spynnAnd what would she think to look up from her drinknAnd find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undressnThe girls you sat down next to?nShe'll think nothingnShe'll be thinking of younnI'm glad I don't know the places you gonI'm glad for you and for themnLet's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever againnDon't mention BennnIt's funny what you miss, it's funny what you don'tnI've thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this:nI won'tnnAnd the only way into the sun is walkingnBut you'd rather runnYou'd rather run awaynnDon't say we got alongnThat's remarkably wrongnIt doesn't suggest or implynThe thing about us you don't dare discussnWe never got along famously, we just triednnI tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kindnBut working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of timen'Cause the real curse is your mindnnSometimes at night I stare at the ceilingnAnd wonder what's wrong with menTo involve myself with peoplenWho don't know what my true feeling might possibly bennWho latch onto my strength like it's all they've gotnIt takes all of my strengthsnAnd I go through such lengthsnTo show them it is not what they think they are stealingnnAnd the only way into the sun is walkingnBut you'd rather runnYou'd rather run awaynnYes, the only way into the sun is walkingnBut you'd rather runnYou'd rather run away