late at night and i m walking the street right behind me cops on my beat i look ahead and i want to run i want to shoot them but i got no gun and i said whatever happened to the life that i was once i am afraid but i don t understand about it why do these hard times keep crawling up on me well i don t know late at night and i m lying in bed some crazy thought running through my head i m not sleeping and i don t know why i know that soon my story won t fly 