Running Man

Before the phone hits the receiveryoure halfway to the doorthe 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 theyve come out of the pastand though your mind is cool, your hearts beating fast
Youve been through it all beforeeach time you wish a little more than you can ask. 'what do you want from me?What do you need from me?Theres no rest for the running manWhy cant 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 sideand his eyes reveal no feeling as you hand over the bribe
And once again youve bought a little time
And once again youre fading out of sight
Still the fox is growing older, as he calls over your shoulder to thenight
Here, come over here..beneath a sympathetic moonwell sit and talk over old times without a fearanother beer, from the cafes of the nightthe tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear
One by one theyve nailed the others, but you always got away
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead, no one can sayin one last raid the agents of the dawn break down the doorof a house where you were standing maybe just an hour beforeand still the thread continues to unwindyou take the hidden roads that only you can findand should they come upon your trackstheresjust a question hanging back you left behind'what do you want from me? What do you need from me?'