The Fugitive

Lyrics

A gun did the talking Conversation wasn't sweet He took the ferry to a foreign land She fired her mouth off Always had the last word But not this time This time was different Puts down deep thoughts in blue On sheets of Basildon Bond Only yesterday Funny, it seems longer He reads between his own lines The spaces speak in volumes Eating out of a tin His heart is in his mouth Home is any map East, West, North or South The headline screams from the newspaper "MOTEL MURDER MYSTERY Girl found dead" Flash back the replay Bullets in slow motion The bruises still show from his last bad dream Drags himself up, smooths down his tidal wave Climbs into photographs of stillness Running into the rain Taxis everywhere Falling into the lights It's so peaceful there