1. THE RUNAWAY

He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man
Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his
future no more aimless time to spend
And evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
tail.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom
seems like freedom's hell
Hopes stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams
for that he cannot get.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

Lose all identity, Vanish in own denial
Seeks only lies and hide, Truth never brought to trial.
And caught in his own net, he looks to find endless life and
evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
Tail


2. AN INMATES LULLABY

Lying down here in the afternoon
In my pretty cosy little cushioned room
I can talk to all my funny friends in here
I was told to rest why ... I am not quite clear
Eating flowers growing in the garden where there are tasty
tulips and I don't care
If I wet my trousers there was no time
I had nowhere else to go nowhere else I could find.

Staring up at the great big white light.
That shines everyday and shines all through the night
Hearing voices of the silly friends of mine
Always lock the door nurses waiting outside all the time.

Hurt myself this morning, Doctor gave me warning sent me
to my room and told me that I'm bad.

I heard someone saying I think he'll be staying maybe for a
long time, Why does everybody else think that I'm mad
I heard someone saying I think he'll be staying maybe for a
long time and that I'm mad.

Lying down here in the afternoon
In my pretty cosy little cushioned room
I can talk to all my funny friends in here
I was told to rest why ... I am not quite clear


3. WAY OF LIFE

You'll find an answer, You've got to believe in your own way
of life.
So you'll have to find an answer, You'll have to find a way,
Try to find, Try to find.

You'll try to question her, Does she believe in the choice of
your life.
So you have to try to ask her, when you are away, left
behind, out of mind; away.

And in the end you discover, examine, you have to decide if
there is an answer, if there is a way, Let her find piece of
mind.

And another day, all alone, think there is away at home.
Every other may, have their own, way of life that is their
own.
And your wandering only a game to realise no joy your
own.

And another day, all alone, choice of life is not your own.

You'll try to question her, Does she believe in the way of
your life.
So you have to try to ask her, You'll have to find a way, left behind, out of mind ; away


4. EXPERIENCE

Once I was a boy, an innocent to life and my role in it,
This world played my game, and anyone a clown or foil for
myself.

The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any
meaning
My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to
myself.

The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short-
sighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe years.

Now I am a man, I realise
My unworldly sins pained many lives
Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn't listen
And still I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes.

But with age the conscience slowly dawns and bonds of
duty gently tied
All my sins, seen through now there is experience and
recollecting act in virgin guise.

Master inner voices, making the choices.

Once I could rebel and consequences then had no reflection
And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion
Now


5. A REUNION

Meeting in this way who could have known
How our destinies and ways apart have grown.

Looking still the same after all these years changing only in my memories not clear

And believing all futures we would share

Fate design playing natures mime and today by chance we
meet again after all this time

Meeting in this way no-one could have known.

Sharing thoughts and deeds simple harmony plans and hopes erased in our maturity

Now tomorrow's dreams are now yesterday.

Fate design playing natures mime and today by chance we meet again after all this time

Meeting in this way no-one could have known


6. IN A GLASS HOUSE

Looking through the window can you tell me what you see.
You're sure you're really seeing what is meant to be a Glass
a mirror to reflect what I conspire a vision, image I desire.

Standing on the ice believing all I'm searching for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before
Standing on the ice believing all I'm for
Close your cloudy eyes and chase all that you did before

Living in a glass house shielding all that's meant for me
Can you clear the shade and can you tell me what you see.

Shadow fills the light until the glass house becomes the
night
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming

Running everywhere
Seeing clearly when I dare
Is it today or is it your way

And the moon must fall
Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette

Narrow the field aim in any direction
Do what I feel just to see my reflection

Any turn I know
Disappearing everywhere I go
I look to you for what I do

And only then I see
That the glass house is just for me
And any time is never mine

Narrow the field aim in any direction
Do what I feel just to see my reflection

Shadow fills the light until the glass house becomes night
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming

Running everywhere
Seeing clearly when I dare
Is it today or is it your way

And the moon must fall
Inspiration waits for your call for you to get a silhouette