Do you remember back in school
How we all used to mock the girl
Wearing a strange gown 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 wrong
Believing in God
As we grow older we tend to forget
What really went on when we gave them their tics
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 their tics,
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