Grew up with a borrowed name A little heart of porcelain Here a hustle, there a shove A kid to take advantage of I guess it was a big surprise When I appeared before your very eyes Brothers yea, I had a few I know they thought the world of you In your eyes they could do no wrong Me, that was a different song My life was a compromise As I grew up before your very eyes I know your life was misery So deep and wide My life's a memory, ten stories high When I left for London in the rains of '62 When I left home it didn't mean that much to you, Now I look back on all the changes I went through, growing up in the rains of '62 I still remember coming home Running to the telephone In time to hear somebody say You'd better get here right away Your dad he left us in the night He's disappeared before our very eyes