|
Outskirts
|
|
Written by Bob Welch and John Carter.
|
|
Last night red lights & sirens sound
|
Nine miles on a back street looking out of town
|
Out of touch going underground
|
Looking into the mirror
|
You can see 'em bearing down
|
|
(chorus)
|
Long road winding, headlights in the dark
|
Don't know where we're going, but it can't be to far...
|
|
Ten g's three for you the rest I'll keep
|
No clues no avenues, it's a perfect scheme
|
Outskirts hang a left at the hanging tree
|
Cause they say they're going to get you
|
But they won't mess with me
|
|
(chorus)
|
Long road burnin', you know you can't look back
|
Cause everywhere you are turning
|
You can't escape the fact...
|
|
Yeah they're getting closer now
|
Step on it man, you know they're gaining ground
|
Not afraid to die untill right now
|
I can almost feel them breathing, fear for me..
|
|
Last night murder one was in the air
|
Johnny didn't mean to do it, he was really scared
|
Outlaws runnin' hiding who knows where
|
Next time your on the outskirts, I'll be waiting there...
|
|
(chorus)
|
|
Long road a winding, headlights in the dark
|
Long road returning
|
Like a knife in your heart
|
|
I'm on the outskirts now...
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Outskirts
|
| Bob Welch |
