Under the Gun Robin Trower

There's a stranger staring back
And you in the mirror
Guessed that you’re a man on the run

There's a ghost from the past
Looking over your shoulder
Your chance to escape is a million to one

But your eyes are on the future
But your back's against the wall
You’re walking on a tightrope
Watch you don't fall

'Cause its down to the wire
Time to deliver
The hang tough
When you're under the gun

Your rhythm and a fire
There's a hand on the trigger
Nowhere to run
When you're under the gun

You were captain of the ship
And master of the game
Anything you want it to be
Oh but then the rules got changed
And the ship went up in flames
And you found yourself
Lost out at sea