May - Richard Shindell

Listen closely May

This phone may not be safe

I have been betrayed

And I must leave today

Where, I cannot say

Somewhere far away

Maybe to the States

Where no one knows my face

So May, take care of the kids

Tell them I love them

I’ll send a few quid when I can

I know, this is no kind of life

But you’ve got to be strong

When your’e a fugitive’s wife

I’m calling from some booth

No, I can’t come home

But this is not goodbye

I love you more than life

So May, take care of the kids

Tell them I love them

I’ll send a few quid when I can

I know, this is no kind of life

But you’ve got to be strong

When youre a fugitive’s wife

Something isn’t right

The streets are much too quiet

The shops all locked up tight

There’s not one soul in sight

So May, take care of the kids

Tell them I love them

I’ll send a few quid when I can

I know, this is no kind of life

But you’ve got to be strong

When you’re a fugitive’s wife

And May, they’ve got me in sight

There’s a least twenty five

It’s down to a fight or a flight

May…