Album "Chris Rea", 1981
7" single "Loving You" b/w "Let Me Be The One", 1981

Album "Chris Rea", 1981

Me, I'm just running wild
Can't give you the advice you need this time
You say of her, you can't decide
And yet you sit and watch her cry
Friend you're like the wind that blows
Like the sea you come and go

I'm not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
'Cos I know deep down inside
That you're yearning to be free
And you're only gonna think of No 1.
So what am I to say
No matter what you do you're gonna hurt her anyway

When you know that your love has died
And you know how you feel inside
You've got to face up and show
What you're feeling when you know

Your parting words will be so untrue
Just as long as it don't come down on you
And you're scared to lay it on the line
Just in case you change your mind

I'm not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
'Cos I know deep down inside
That you're yearning to be free
And you're only gonna think of No 1.
So what am I to say
No matter what you do you're gonna hurt her anyway

When you know that your love has died
And you know how you feel inside
You've got to face up and show
What you're feeling when you know

Album "Chris Rea", 1981

Sitting at the crossways
Trying to keep my cool with the traffic lights
I've been up and down this line so any times
Girl, it's never right
Me and this machine keep the crazy urban dream
Locked in overflow
Sometimes I swear I could spin these old wheels
Just let it go

Runaway

Is it something that you hear
Coming through the waves on the radio
Or something that you see gently taps your memory
And shoots you down
Those hometown thoughts, school yard dreams and yesterdays
Moving in I just put my head down and drift away
And we're moving up and down, in and out of town
We're all searching for that piece of higher ground
somewhere...

Runaway

Album "Chris Rea", 1981

Deep inside the burning histories
All along this lonesome road
The wheels that turn upon what used to be
In passioned memories, overload
The truckhouse standing on the freeway
A neon ambush in the sun
The ides of dogma way down in the subway
It's so hard to tell who's on the run
The hell-hound blizzards of uncertainties
Are the only things that are coming through

And I just want to be with you
There's not a lot I can do
Just keep coming through
Be with you
The smile that burned down those old rusting gates
Those eyes that danced into my soul
And all along this life-long motorway
Bad news upon the radio
The nervous fingers on the safety-catch
Decide the fates to of you and me
Stuck in the middle of this whole shooting match
Man this sure ain't no place to be

The good guys sent to save
The good and free
All scratch their heads and looked confused
And I just want to be with you