Gray Man

The whiskey's gone down
Like words you never said
Your vengeance a game
That’s danced in my head
I keep running, running
From the price of the past
While you brew your revenge
A storm none can outlast

In the rear view mirror
I see your agents close
Like shadows creeping,
But I’ve already chose

To run, free like the wind
Run, I’m never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain

Would you like to know
Who I’ve been talking to?
And what I told them
During pillow talk, too?
Did I hurt your feelings
Telling the truth?
I was rather uncouth
But so were you

Now in between sets
On the big screen in the bar
My music plays
Exposing an open scars

Run, free as the wind
Run, I’m never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain

Call all your agents
And Government lawyer pigs
Bring out your bent Judge
And hide under your Adelita wigs
My whiskey highball is nice and neat
Earl Grey with lemon is a real treat
I am watching your G-Man creeps
Watching me drink

When alone in Asian lands
Not pub crawling in Dubai sand
You are never alone
Like an Obama wedding drone
With a Government schlep
Following your every step

Run, free as the wind
Run, never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain

So here’s my goodbye,
With a twist in my breath,
I’ll take your cruel game
And bury it with death.
In the shadows I’ll fly,
You won’t find me again,
Just know I’ll keep running,
While you are in your prison den.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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