you had a slick operation
til she was taken to the station
they grilled her on where she scored
she broke down out your name poured
down the highway you soared
you're going to go it alone
you know that you'll have to leave home
two thousand miles to the sea
strangers' faces everywhere
feeling that no one cares
sometimes plans go as planned
and you beat the odds that they'll get you
it's a miserable life in demand
a paranoia you have to get used to
but they got better things
to do than to come and look for you
now it's been about a year
you'd return but for the fear
sometimes people get away
still it haunts you to this day