It's Immaterial - Missing lyrics

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