The Fugitive

The Fugitive

All alone, just a voice in the distance

Young boy in a stranger's land

Looking for a helping hand

On his own, when he stops just to listen

Searching for familiar sounds

Walking on common ground

And behind the far horizon

Lies the land where he was born

But the road is leading nowhere

His heart is torn

We don't have to tell him

He already knows

We don't have to show him

He already, he already knows

On the run from the gunfire

Left his home, his sanctuary

Four long years of tragedy

In one heart, much too small, much too fragile

Seen the men around him fall

Seen the hatred take its toll

And the rich keep getting richer

In their search for ever more

And the poor keep getting poorer

In his homeland

Lonely boy, where can he run to

The fire is burning

as far as the eye can see

Hoping the grass is green

across the border

Hoping for peace, and no more rivalry

His father is old,

old enough to be his granddad

Trying to make a living off eroded land

His mother's got to work

seven days a week

Feeding her children illusions in the sand

(Lonely boy) The least we can do is to help him

(Lonely boy) The least we can do is to care

(Lonely boy) At least we could offer him shelter

(Lonely boy) At least we could show that we're there

And the wind in the desert

Blows the message across

Beyond the far horizon

Lies the land where he was born

But the road is leading nowhere

But the road is leading nowhere

We don't have to tell him

He already knows

We don't have to show him

He already, he already knows