Missing Songtext - It's Immaterial

Missing - It's Immaterial

Yesterday
Well, I turned the radio dial
To hear the news

Talk on the shop floor
Leisure time and travel
Leads to the subject
Of Alistair and Carol
Last seen on pay day
Outside the nightclub
Laughing and planning
A future in Hollywood

And I know you've gone to ground
In some cheap hotel
The other side of town

News in the papers
Well, it must have the names wrong
The car in the paper
Has the right registration
Fished out of Pickmere
Cold and abandoned
Youthful disillusion
The inspector's opinion

Well, I know you've gone to ground
In some cheap hotel
Until the world turns round
And looks for you

In every corner of every room
You know they're looking for you
Even though you're missing
You're not alone

The radio blares
The roadhouse they're searching
Tracing your footsteps
Well, I pray you'll use the phone
Say anything, come home
Don't break my heart
This time you've gone too far
Don't break my heart
Don't make the world stop
Spinning round and round again

You had to get away
Is all your letter says
Oh, my little runaway
Things have changed
My little runaway
Things have changed
Come home, come home
Please, please
Everybody's missing you
We're all missing you


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