Fugitive

On a cold october morning As frost lay on the ground Waiting to make my move I made no sound Waiting for the mist To cover all around I carefully picked my time then took the wall Im sick and tired of running The hunger and the pain A stop to look about then off again Being at the wrong place And at 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 Ive 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 proof My innocence some day Ive got to get them all to make them pay I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but Ive got to clear my name