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