The Outcast

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