Outskirts

Outskirts - Bob Welch

Last night red lights and sirens sound

Nine miles on a back street

Sneakin' out of town

Out of touch goin' underground

Look into the mirror

Can see 'em bearin' down

Long road windin'

Headlights in the dark

Don't know where we're goin'

But it can't be too far

Ten g's three for you the rest I'll keep

No clues no avenues

It's a perfect scheme

Look out outskirts

Hang a left at the hangin' tree

'Cause they say they're gonna get ya

But they won't mess with me

Long road burnin'

You know you can't look back

'Cause every where your turnin'

You can't escape the fact

Yeah they're gettin' closer now

Step on it man you know they're gainin' ground

Not afraid to die until right now

I can almost feel em' breathin'

Fear for me

Oh last night murder one was in the air

Johnny didn't mean to do it

But he was real scared

Outlaws runnin' hidin' who knows where

Next time your on the outskirts

Huh well I'll be waitin' there

Long road a windin'

Headlights in the dark

Long road returnin'

Like a knife in your heart

I'm on the outskirts now

Fear for me

Well I'm on the outskirts

Fear for me