He made his way back to the old town
And everything looked just the same
The shops and the schools and the factories were there
But somehow the faces had changed
So he went for a walk in the high street
Took his coat off and rolled up his sleeves
He thought of his father and his father before him
And how he was the first one to leave
Well he didnīt come here for forgiveness
There isnīt a lot they can say
Cause I remember the reasons he first ran away
Heīs a rebel
Just a rebel
Got his back to the wall
Gonna fight ītil he falls
Heīs a rebel
Donīt ever look back - donīt surrender
The old men say theyīve seen it before
Oh they drink their beer and they talk about friends
Who didnīt come back from the war
Donīt say heīs too young to remember
Donīt tell him whatīs wrong or whatīs right
Just give him a chance to get out there and fight
Heīs a rebel
Just a rebel
All the battles are won
But heīs still on the run
Heīs a rebel
When it comes time for leavinī
Donīt stand in my way
Thereīs nothinī left for me here
Gonna run, run away
In the morning he walks past the old house
In the rain under grey northern sky
Thereīs a new coat of paint on the front garden gate
But thereīs more there than first meets the eye
For a moment he stands undecided
Looking back on the days of his youth
As two worlds collide in a moment of truth
Heīs a rebel
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