Life On The Run Paul Shapera

Timothy:
They taste each tear that you feel
The hounds let loose on your trail

The months and miles meander across the estranged and crooked maze i’ve fled
Across back end roads when jobs pay low ‘til it finds me once again
I might stay days or weeks somewhere. I might almost make a friend
For a few drink, for five minutes, til i’m down the road again

RGC:
All falls round as you go
Along the black mountain road

Timothy:
I see them on the streets sometimes, kids clustered ‘bout my own age
They laugh in packs and touch and kiss, and i yearn, but yearn in vain
Conversation coming harder as isolation stacks the miles
I forget now how to open up or how to make you smile
Or sit still withouth twitching, the tics that tremble track my tears
The seet curves of the moonlit road turn the weeks to months then years

RGC:
All falls round as you go
Along the black mountain road

Timothy:
Another sad motel room. In the stillness there i lay
I always know that it is coming so i listen and i wait