Before the phone hits the receiver

you're halfway to the door

the voice said "get out while you can,

theres just 10 minutes, nothing more"

Time for only the essentials, better gather them and run

The false name inside the passport, the gold bars and the gun.

And once again they've come out of the past

and though your mind is cool, your heart's beating fast

You've been through it all before

each time you wish a little more than you can ask.



"what do you want from me?

What do you need from me?

There's no rest for the running man

Why can't you let him be?"



Its a long and twisting journey, from the sweeping northern plains,

to the outcrops of the jungle bowed beneath the tropic rains

In the customs hall the officer takes you to one side

and his eyes reveal no feeling as you hand over the bribe

And once again you've bought a little time

And once again you're fading out of sight

Still the fox is growing older, as he calls over your shoulder to the

night







Here, come over here..beneath a sympathetic moon

we'll sit and talk over old times without a fear

another beer, from the cafes of the night

the tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear



One by one they've nailed the others, but you always got away

What it is that keeps you just that step ahead, no one can say

in one last raid the agents of the dawn break down the door

of a house where you were standing maybe just an hour before

and still the thread continues to unwind

you take the hidden roads that only you can find

and should they come upon your tracks

theres just a question hanging back you left behind







"what do you want from me? What do you need from me?"