The Runaway

He is the runaway
Lie low the wanted man
Mask his elusive face
Soon he will getaway

And free is his future
No more aimless time to spend
And evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more

Run in the underwood
Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword
Guards for the shadow on his tail

And yet his joy is empty and sad

All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell
And freedom seems like freedom's hell
Hopes stained with strange regret
His dreams are dreams for that he cannot get

And yet his joy is empty and sad

Lose all identity
Vanish in own denial
Seeks only lies and hide
Truth never brought to trial

And caught in his own net
He looks to find endless life
And evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more

Run in the underwood
Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword
Guards for the shadow on his tail