doorway in sight
not a second too late
into the night


siren, spot light
wailing wolves at the gate

into the night

mad dog patrol

roaming 'round the grounds and
all set to go


hiding alone
somewhere from the blood hounds
all set to go


running all day, in every direction
finding his way, to civilization

everything's gonna work out
yes, everything's gonna work out


he used to stand by his window, you
know
the view was so good, he wanted to go

and now that he's back on those same
old streets
he's locked in again, and falls on his

knees

running away

that is all that he knows
time and again


he fades away
and forgets where he goes
time and again