by Bryan Adams/ Jim Vallance í‚©1985 Irving Music, Inc/ Adam Communications, Inc
I made my way back to the old town And everything looked the same The shops and the schools and the factories were there But somehow the faces had changed So I went for a walk in the high streets Took my coat off and rolled up my sleeves I thought of my father and his father before him And how I was the first one to leave
Well I didn't come here for forgiveness There isn't a lot I can say 'cause I remember the reasons I first ran away
When it comes time for leavin'
Don't ever look back - don't surrender The old men say they've seen it before Oh they drink their beer and they talk about friends Who didn't come back from the war
Don't say I'm too young to remember don't tell me what's wrong or what's right Just give me a chance to go out there and fight
When it comes time for leavin' There's nothing left for me here