I am running from my government Wanted for the crimes I commit I left behind all the things that I love Took a train to the eastern border Told my daughter I will be back for her Bought a ticket with no destination. I see faces everywhere I go Forced smiles and furrowed brow Is that a gun or a violin? I am under the impression that There is something underneath that hat Tiny bomb or sleeping pills. Are you on the wrong side Are you on the wrong side Of what is right? And Are you on the wrong road Are you on the wrong road From where you want to be? Maybe I could turn and face my demons Tell the suits that I had my reasons I could take whatever’s coming to me Be a father behind a locked door Keep your letters in an empty drawer Whatever happens it’s the green mile for me.