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Before the phone hits the receiver
You're halfway to the door
The voice said 'get out while you can,
There's just ten minutes, nothing more.
Time only for the essentials
Better gather them and run
The false name inside the passport,
The gold bars and the gun.
And once again they've come out of the past,
And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast.
You've been through it all before,
Each time you wish a little more that you could ask,
.
What do you want from me?
What do you need from me?
There's no rest for the running man
Why can't you let him be?
.
It's a long and twisting journey,
From the sweeping northern plains,
To the outcrops of the jungle,
Bowed beneath the tropic rains.
In the customs hall the officer
Takes you to one side.
And his eyes reveal no feeling,
As you hand over the bribe.
And once again you've bought a little time,
And once again you're fading out of sight.
Still the fox is growing older,
As he calls over his shoulder to the night:
.
What do you want from me?
What do you need from me?
There's no rest for the running man,
Why can't you let him be?
.
Here, come over here,
Beneath a sympathetic moon
We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear,
Another beer, from the cafes of the night,
The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear.
.
One by one they've nailed the others,
But you always got away.
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead,
No one can say.
In one last raid the agents
Of the dawn break down the door,
Of a house where you were standing
Maybe just an hour before.
And still the thread continues to unwind,
You take the hidden roads that only you can find.
And should they come upon your tracks,
There's just a question hanging back you left behind.
.
What do you want from me?
What do you need from me?
No rest for the running man,
Why can't you let him be?