Man On The Run
In the 1960s there was a TV programme, called The Fugitive, in which Richard Kimble, wrongly convicted of murdering his wife, escapes and is searching for the one-armed man whom he believes was the real murderer. This song is a composite of the fictional Richard Kimble and The Great Train Robber, Ronnie Biggs, who returned to Britain from South America in 1997, after being on the run for 36 years.
The crowded bar seemed empty as he sat there on his own
He felt so strange and different so far away from home
His wife and child were crying couldn't believe what he had done
There was no turning back for
The man on the run
Outside the rain was driving hard as he walked into the night
His thoughts were moving slowly as he faded from the light
He'd not wanted any violence he didn't hold a gun
But now a man was lying dead and he was
A man on the run
He couldn't talk to anyone about who he was or why
He was staying in their town, he lived a life of lies
Before they noticed he was there he had quietly gone
And no-one ever realised he was
A man on the run
He knew they'd caught his partners - one had given them his name
There was nothing he could do, but he knew who was to blame
A five year shorter sentence for the man who fired the gun
There would be no police deals for
The man on the run
Another seedy hotel room he drinks deeply to forget
The food is not worth eating and the walls are stained and wet
A siren fades into the distance he feels his sentence has begun
He wishes they would catch him
The man on the run