They swore they saw him there Now the tale sits on lead of the 6 o'clock indoctrination In a daze he tries to make sense of it all So he takes a drive to try to clear his weary mind The city lights fading from the rear view mirror One headlight stabs the looming black Up ahead is a road that's not been traveled Is there any turning back? Day breaks, panic over takes him In a sweat, he looks around, all these eyes, how much do they know? Lying low waiting for the cover of the moonless night He makes his move, he's got to get away, far away The city lights fading from the rear view mirror One headlight stabs the looming black Up ahead is a road he's never traveled And he knows, there's no turning back? Who told the lies, wrapped in shards of the truth Fabricated, but for what means or reasons In a land of “Guilty by Dissemination” What could he say to make anyone believe him Now he's damned – to live a life on the run