Come out tonight Get out of sight forge all the menace escape alive I was talking about the time when people lived on roadside shacks when politics was a distant dream and we all were young There was a time when the sky was clear and we could breathe god’s fresh air no chains or boundaries seemed to bind us to our mortal fear We have been chased through all this day by the hounds of authority running out and running in through the maze of this wicked dream We can. . . . .. .