We all watched him leave And cross the bare lot to his car You would have had to be naive To think that he would get far It all started back in August The damned heat too much to bear He called us from a pay-phone Wouldn't say from where He said the whole plan had eroded It had been a big mistake So he didn't understand the risks that he'd taken The pill is sour And the swallow is long When everything you've planned goes wrong I guess he figured that he'd lay low And give the sweat a chance to dry He trusted me with his location And then I met him (...) in the eye Told him that we'd planned to get together And talk it over out all night The point was well driven All is forgiven With those words there slowly ran A shiver down my spine And somewhere in between I'm cut and bruised When a man is forced to choose And it only makes it harder Feeling the slow tick of time At a Five Wheel on Highway 9 So I ran out after him And so I ran out after him So I ran out after him