The Runaway / Experience - Gentle Giant

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. 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