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 "