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.