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Running Man

This song is by Al Stewart and appears on the album 24 Carrots (1980) and on the live album Indian Summer (1981).

Original video
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
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 cafés 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

What do you want from me
What do you need from me

Written by:

Al Stewart and Peter White

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