If I were running for my government Wanna fought the crimes I comit I left behind all things that I loved Ticket and train to the eastern boarder Tell my daughter that I'll be back for her With a ticket with no destination
I see faces everywhere I go False smiles and far Is that a gun or a violin And I'm under the impression that There's a weapon underneath that hat A tiny bottle of sleeping pills
Are you on the wrong side Are you on the wrong side Of what is right And are you on the wrong road Are you on the wrong road To where you want to be
Maybe I can turn and face my demons Time that suites and I have my reasons I can take whatever's coming to me Be a father behind a locked door I keep your letters in an empty drawer Whatever happens is ? miles from me
Are you on the wrong side Are you on the wrong side Of what is right And are you on the wrong road To where you want to be