Fugitive Blue Wit

I’m a rebel
Lonesome ride
I’m the devil
You cannot hide

Smoke from the chimneys
And red bricks of cold
Don’t obey orders
Don’t drag me to shore
She spends all her days listing names and addresses
So when it gets dark she cannot end up bored

Everything everything’s lost in a dream
What are the chances you’re waiting for me
I still feel like I cannot leave this tonight
Out of sight

And the man
Afraid of the future
In hell
A fugitive

And there wasn’t a place in which you’d get away
I bet it was easier to let go astray
Sincerity caused for somebody like you
New dramas resolved into nothing to do