I CAN NEVER GO HOME ANYMORE
(G. Morton)
THE SHANGRI-LAS (Red Bird 10043, 1965)

I'm gonna hide, if she don't leave me alone
I'm gonna run away... don't!
'Cause you can never go home anymore
Listen, does this sound familiar
You wake up every morning
Go to school everyday
Spend your nights on the corner
Just passing time away
Your life is so lonely
Like a child without a toy
Then a miracle... a boy
And that's called: glad

Now, my mom is a good mom
And she loves me with all her heart
But she said I was too young to be in love
And the boy and I would have to part
And no matter how I ranted and raved
I screamed, I pleaded, I cried
She told me it was not really love
But only my girlish pride
And that's called: bad

Never go home anymore...
Now, if that's happened to you, don't let this
I packed my clothes and left home that night
Though she begged me to stay
I was sure I was right
And you know something funny
I forgot that boy right away
Instead I remember being tucked in bed
And hearing my mom say
Hush little baby, don't you cry
Mama won't go away
Mama! You can never go home anymore
Mama! No I can never go home anymore

Do you ever get that feeling
You wanna kiss and hug her
Do it now, tell her you love her
Don't do to your mama what I did to mine
She grew so lonely in the end
Angels picked her for a friend
(Never) And I can never go home (never) anymore
And that's called: sad