Lyrics

Writer On The Run

Set the stage for a theatre sprung from longing
Enter one writer on the run
Clear on the page, but yet never quite belonging
Seeking her place in the sun

You can live your life always watching out
For the tracker dogs and searchlight beams
If you ask for choice, if you voice a doubt
Raise the shout for justice - chase your dreams

Write between the lines of the system
But you'll live in fear of the censor's call
Then you might just be their next victim
When you find your back's up against the wall

And the knives are out. Is it you they're coming for?

Set the stage - call this No Man' s Land Alley
Book no return - the "Palace of Tears."
Disengage. Don't count in the ghostly tally
When nightmares scream close your ears

You can compromise, whisper in the dark
Come to terms with ambiguity
Make your peace with lies but you lose the spark
If you sell out on the Judas tree

Fall between the lines of the system
You'll still live in fear of the stamping feet
When they're calling on their next victim
And you find your exit's a one way street

When the knives are out it's too late to close the door.

Clear the stage for a writer with ambition
Longing for peace and liberty
Turn the page. It's not crazy superstition
A world that's gentle and free

I can't live my life always watching out
For the tracker dogs and searchlight beams
Time to make a choice, don't give in to doubt
Write without the binding - chase my dreams

And far on the distant horizon
There's a world of hope - it's worth fighting for
Eldorado I've set my eyes on
Filled with love and laughter - an open door

But the knives are out - time to run. You know the score
Yes the knives are out and it's me they're coming for
Yes the knives are out and it's me they're coming for