If what they say it's true
Then I'm out of here
I'll be running and I won't look back
If what they say is based
On a rumour
Then I'll be staying right here
Where I'm at
There's a rock to my left
And a hard place
Closing in on my right
It looks like we're all caught
In the middle
Whit dust and bullets to bite Then they will turn on they light
But it will never light up our night
And they will tell you it's fine
But we'll be running
Running down the narrow line If I hear that song
Duplicate again
Rehashing that same old phrases
I'll be gone, long gone
And drifting into other place And if it's true
Then I'm out of here
I'll be running and I won't look back
If what they say is based
On a rumour
Then I'll be staying right here
Where I'm at Yeah, they will turn on they light
But it will never light up our night
And they will tell you it's fine
But we'll be running
Running down the narrow line Then they will turn on they light
But it will never light up our night
Yeah, they will tell you it's fine
But we'll be running
Running down the narrow line Yeah, running down the narrow line