(Harris) 4:54



On A Cold October Morning

As Frost Lay On The Ground

Waiting To Make My Move

I Make No Sound



Waiting For The Mist To Cover All Around

I Carefully Picked My Time

Then Took The Wall



I'm Sick And Tired Of Running

The Hunger And The Pain

A Stop To Look About Then Off Again



Being At The Wrong Place

And The Wrong Time

Suspected Of A Hit That Was My Crime



I Am A Fugitive Being Hunted Down

Like Game

I Am A Fugitive But I've Got To Clear

My Name



Always Looking 'round Me

Forever Looking Back

I'll Always Be A Target For Attack



Ever Moving Onwards

Always On The Run

Waiting For The Sight Of A Loaded Gun



I Am A Fugitive Being Hunted Down

Like Game

I Am A Fugitive But I've Got To Clear

My Name



Even If I Find Them

And Get To Clear My Name

I Know That Things Can Never

Be The Same



But If I Ever Prove

My Innocence Some Day

I've Got To Get Them All To Make Them Pay



I Am A Fugitive Being Hunted Down

Like Game

I Am A Fugitive But I've Got To Clear

My Name