late at night and i'm walking the street

right behind me Cops on my beat

i look ahead and i want to run (want to run)

i want to shoot them,

but i got no gun

and i said "Whatever happened to the life that i was once

i am afraid, but i don't understand about it

why do these hard times keep crawling up on me?"

well, i don't know

late at night and i'm lying in bed

some crazy thought running through my head

i'm not sleeping and i don't know why

i know that soon my story won't fly