The Fugitive

On a cold October morning

As frost lay on the ground

Waiting to make my move

I make no sound

Waiting for the mist to cover all around

I carefully picked my time

then took the wall

I'm sick and tired of running

The hunger and the pain

A stop to look about then off again

Being at the wrong place

And the wrong time

Suspected of a hit that was my crime

I am a fugitive being hunted down

like game

I am a fugitive but I've got to clear

my name

Always looking 'round me

Forever looking back

I'll always be a target for attack

Ever moving onwards

Always on the run

Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun

I am a fugitive being hunted down

like game

I am a fugitive but I've got to clear

my name

Even if I find them

And get to clear my name

I know that things can never

be the same

But if I ever prove

My innocence some day

I've got to get them all to make them pay

I am a fugitive being hunted down

like game

I am a fugitive but I've got to clear

my name