On the run,
I am riding an outlaw from the hangmans rope,
On the run,
I`m leaving, I´m heading for new Mexiko
Yeh south`s the way I`m going, going down
See the horse I´m riding, that´s my home (????? )
Tricky ??
Try this,
Times yourè creeping round my corner
A veil of dark you flow, on your way past my door
Now you stand before an old man
His last words you embrace, then you`re gone
-on your way
See the people run before they stop to think
- of life
See them run, see them hide, in this lonely life..