Do you remember back in school
how we all used to mock the girl
wearing a strange skirt that looked like a rug
she never quite felt that she was alright
And didn't we all go for the boy
whose parents were odd believing in God
As we grow older we tend to forget
what really went on when we
gave them it all, their awkward approach,
their difficulties in expressing themselves
and now we can't see, won't accept our guilt
We will have to place the blame somewhere else
I couldn't avoid him the other day
when I was out to buy a few things
He looked a disaster, his face was so drab
I said hello there and managed to smile
He asked me if I would like to come home
and see how he lived, and I said of course
but it's just that right now I haven't the time
I just couldn't face him 'cause we
gave them it all, their awkward approach,
their difficulties in expressing themselves
and now we can't see, won't accept our guilt
We will have to place the blame somewhere else