5.

ON THE TRAIL OF THE RUNAWAY BEAST

Music & lyrics by Brian Nelson

A young girl walks, all alone
with someone else on the cobblestones
of a strange town, in the East
hot on the trail of the runwaway beast

She looks up, she looks down
turns her head, and looks around
at the old man, by the door
who can't take the weight of the world anymore

She asks him where to go
He shakes his head, like he don't know
then he draws a sign, in the sand
but she's to young to understand

So she goes down, in adream
to the edge of the silver stream
where the tracks run, parallel
to the road from the gates of hell

~

She's on the trail of the runaway beast
that maybe alive or long deceased
you think it's close when it's far away
wait for tomorrow and it comes today

~

Night falls, and she's scared
t he wind calls, and she's prepared
for the worst night of her life
the agony cuts like the edge of a knife

The blood chills, in her veins
the moon moans and it rains
when her head cries for release
she's so close to the runaway beast

~

She's on the trail of the runaway beast
that maybe alive or long deceased
think it's close when it's far away
wait for tomorrow and it comes, today

~

The beast came, and it went
there's nothing left but the pungent scent
of it's cold breath, on the air
She's so drained but it's hard to care

~

On the trail of the runaway beast
that maybe alive, or long deceased
think it's close when it's far away
wait for tomorrow and it comes, today

~

From "On The Trail Of The Runaway Beast" / 1982