The Fugitive

(Banks)

Here am I, lost in a world behind me,
All alone, just like before you found me.
Now I stare out on the traffic in the city,
Even in the dark,
And the rain falls on my window sill.
This is love, girl, call it what you will,
This is love.

As I sit, thoughts of the past surround me,
All around, like the sound of the wind in Winter,
Now I walk among the buildings of the city,
Always in the dark,
And the rain falls, spray from passing wheels,
This is love, girl, call it what you will,
This is love.

Do what you want, do what you want, you’ve got to,
Be what you want, be what you want, you’ve got to…

Before, my life was a waste without you,
What do I do now that I’m gonna lose you?
But you’re gonna do exactly what you want to,
Finish my world if I don’t get to hold you again.

Now I walk among the buildings of the city,
Always in the dark,
And the rain falls, spray from passing wheels,
This is love, girl, call it what you will,
This is love.

And if ever you want me again, I will be there,
If your world seems to need me again, I will be there,
Now I stare out on the traffic in the city,
Even in the dark,
And the rain falls on my window sill,
This is love, girl, call it what you will,
This is love, girl, call it what you will,
Oh this is love.

(Banks)


In shadowy holes, the light disappears,
Evening is with us now,
And all around begins the movement,
The many creatures of the night prepare.

Undisturbed by the sound, with noiseless tread,
A figure comes into view,
A trail of magic runs behind him,
The Man of Spells has come to visit you,
He knows how much you really want him,
He knows just what you all want him to do.

Drawn back cloak revealing,
Wraith-like form concealing,
Half-seen eyes unseeing,
Half-heard words beseeching,
Help me as I helped you,
Help me now I need you.

The enchantment is gone, the ghost disappears,
Leaving just a tired old man,
In restless dreams we might have changed him,
But a wanderer’s all he’ll ever be.
With shuffling feet he turns and is gone,
Back to his open home,
A trail of ashes runs behind him,
The man of magic has retired tonight,
He knows how much you really want him,
He knows just what you wanted him to do.
He knows how much you really want him,
He knows just what you wanted him to do…

(Banks)


And the wheels keep turning, all the time,
But there’s no pounding or purring, not a sound,
Just a feeling of stirring, hold them down, hold them down, hold them
down.

Yes it might happen this way,
You have no warning, she is going away,
She was the backbone, to your life and your plans,
And now the unknown, holds you down with its hands,
And then you know that there’s no turning back from here.

And the wheels keep turning, all the time,
No mechanical churning, not a sound,
Just a feeling of stirring, hold them down, hold them down, hold them
down.

Yes it might happen this way,
She is familiar, nothing much more to say,
And then the day comes when you look in her eyes,
And what you see there takes you quite by surprise,
And then you know that there’s no turning back from here.

People moving, going about their day,
People planning, knowing just what to say,
In one year we’ll have money to spare,
And in five all we require,
In ten years we’ll have a place of our own,
And in forty we’ll retire,
So we do what we must, before we turn to dust.
So we do what we must, before we turn to dust.

And the wheels keep turning, all the time,
No expansion or burning, not a sound,
Just a feeling of stirring, hold them down, hold them down, hold them
down.

Yes it might happen this way,
You have no warning, she is going away,
She was the backbone, to your live and your plans,
And now the unknown, holds you down with its hands,

And then you know that it might happen this way,
She is familiar, nothing much more to say,
And then the day comes when you look in her eyes,
And what you see there takes you quite by surprise,
And then you know that there’s no turning back from here.

(Banks)


On a cold clear night in November,
All the people have gone to bed.
We found ourselves upon a cliff edge,
Looking out to sea.
Then a sight in the pale moonlight,
Made us shake our heads in dismay,
A wave taller than the tallest tree
Bore down on she and me.
All the hopes and dreams we had
Dissolved amidst the fear,
What I’d be… without you now,
Only the stars could ever tell.

From the window of our hotel room,
We look out on the city below,
Driven lights move randomly,
The never ending show,
And when the bells start ringing,
We have fifty floors to go,
What I’d be… without you now,
Only the stars could ever tell.

Say you’ll never leave me, never leave me alone.
Say you’ll never leave me, never leave me alone.

On a lake, we cling to the rail,
On the back of a sailing boat,
A mist falls around us,
Now becalmed we float,
Then from behind comes a warning sound,
We’re helplessly adrift,
Still, we see nothing,
And then we see the ship.

High above it dwarfs us,
There’s nowhere we can go.
What I’d be… without you now,
Only the stars could ever tell.

Say you’ll never leave me, never leave me alone,
Say you’ll never leave me, never leave me alone,
Say you’ll never leave me alone,
Say you’ll never leave me alone,
I’d be so lonely here without you,
So lonely here without you, my love,
So lost without your love.

(Banks)

(Instrumental)

(Banks)


As I step inside the street sound,
A growl of thunder turns my head round,
I see one face in the crowd,
Like a beacon in the rain,
I see your sunshine calling to me.

As the people rush on by you,
I will move myself aside you,
Link arms like policemen in a chain,
Keep ourselves inside the line,
I need you now like it needed to rain.

As the puddles form around us,
And the thunder noise surrounds us,
Now I can laugh amid the storm,
Like a child in the warm,
I feel your sunlight shining on me,
All around me, inside me.

Then high in the sky, a star appears to be winking,
A branch caught by the wind, its leaves beckon to me.
Stone still at my feet, its grey matches my thinking,
Well water so deep, its song calling me down, down, down…

Now in the street I stand deserted,
With the cold and wet returning,
I turn, rejoining the crowd,
Like a leave caught in the stream,
I need you now like it needed to rain.

I will meet you where the winds blow,
The thunder rolls to and the streams flow,
I will see your face in the crowd,
Like a beacon in the rain,
And see your sunshine calling to me.

I will meet you where the winds blow…

(Banks)


In fading starlight, creeping gloom,
At the edge of night,
I dream inside this half-lit room,
It’s gonna be alright,
And I will say, that I will stay with you
And be forever by your side,
No matter what before might lie
Or what we leave behind.

And now the sun shines through the trees,
In the morning light,
It seems so easy to believe.
It’s gonna be alright.
And I will say, that I will stay with you
And be forever by your side,
No matter what before might lie,
Or what we leave behind.

But if you’re thinking that you don’t feel that way,
I’ll leave you alone now, I’ll go away.
I promise, I’ll go now, no matter what I said,
But I’ll be waiting, right here for you
Until I lay my body down
And it will be forever nighttime,
If that’s the way it is, the way it has to be.

And now the stars come back to life,
At the edge of night.
Another day has slipped away,
It’s gonna be alright,
And I will say, that I will stay with you
And be forever by your side
No matter what before might lie,
But if you turn me down,
Then I’ll be waiting, right here for you,
Until I lay my body down,
And it will be forever nighttime,
If that’s the way it is, the way it has to be.

(Banks)

(Instrumental)

(Banks)


Into the night, but out of the dark,
To be cornered and yet to survive,
The jester performed, with his body he scorned,
With his voice he amused, and a little confused
His masters the King and Queen,
The laugh of the King was clear and strong,
So out of fear the crowd laughed along,
And how I’d love to leave here,
Moving under…

Lost in space and with no hiding place,
And no chance of staying alive,
His men turn to him with confident eyes,
They’ve been in trouble before, but still they’re alive
They’re sure he’ll think of something,
But slowly their eyes take on looks that accuse
As they realize, he know they must lose,
And how I’d love to leave here,
Moving under…

Doesn’t anybody know that I am on the run?
How I’d love to leave here,
Always moving on,
Always moving on somewhere that doesn’t mean a thing,
How I’d love to leave here,
How I’d love to be there,
Always on the run,
Always searching for some place that I can be alone,
Doesn’t anybody know the reason why?
Doesn’t anybody know the reason why?

Into the night, but out of the dark,
To be cornered and yet to survive,
The Fugitive runs, though his hands are tied,
His legs are in irons but his head’s held high.
He knows how not to feel.

The time is right to move out of the night,
Into the light and stay out of sight,
How I’d love to leave there.
Moving under…

Doesn’t anybody know the reason why?
Doesn’t anybody know the reason why?

(Banks)

You and me, we got to go somewhere,
Somewhere where there’s air to breathe,
Even though we can’t see daylight,
Somehow we can feel the breeze, oh no,
Gonna be there someday – oh, gonna make it some way – oh.

Climbing cross the hills on pathways,
Where wiser men would fear to tread,
The air itself seems made from treacle,
Our shoes they feel they’re made from lead, oh no,
Gonna be there someday – oh, gonna make it some way – oh, oh.

I got to know how you feel,
Got to know who you are,
Got to know from where you come,
You and me got nowhere to go,
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide,
Ways appear, then disappear forever, all around.

We wander down between the houses,
Then walk among the fields again,
If we always keep on moving
We know we’ll get there in the end, oh no,
Gonna be there someday – oh, gonna make it some way – oh, oh.

I’m gonna be there someday – oh, gonna make it some way – oh, oh.

(Banks)


Sometimes I have to ask myself,
How it is that we survive,
We know trains, boats, planes and cars
Will sometimes fail,
And if one don’t get you then the other one will,
And if the other don’t get you then another one surely will.

Inside, your heart must keep on going,
And so must all the other parts too.
Illnesses and poisons lie in wait,
And if one don’t get you the other one will,
And if the other don’t get you then another one surely will.

I’m not just talking ’bout the mountain climbers,
Jungle explorers or even hang gliders,
I’m not just talking about test pilots,
Steeplejacks, stuntmen or racing drivers.

Half the people in the world behave
Like they’d like to see the other half dead,
With guns and knives or perhaps just unconcern,
And if one don’t get you the other one will,
And if the other don’t get you then another one surely will.

I’m not just talking ’bout the mountain climbers,
Jungle explorers or even hang gliders.
I’m not just talking about test pilots,
Steeplejacks, stuntmen or racing drivers.
I’m not just talking ’bout lion tamers,
Human cannonballs or secret agents.
I’m not just talking about skydivers,
Trapeze artists or rodeo riders
I’m not just talking ’bout bounty hunters,
Astronauts, boxers or Billy Bunters…