Before the phone hits the receiver 
You're halfway to the door 
The voice said 'get out while you can, 
There's just 1O minutes, nothing more' 
Time only for the essentials 
Better gather them and run 
The false name inside the passport, 
The gold bars and the gun 
And once again they've come out of the past 
And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast 
You've been through it all before 
Each time you wish a little more that you could ask 
"What do you want from me? 
What do you need from me? 
There's no rest for the running man 
Why can't you let him be?' 
It's a long and twisting journey 
From the sweeping northern plains 
To the outcrops of the jungle 
Bowed beneath the tropic rains 
In the customs hall the officer 
Takes you to one side 
And his eyes reveal no feeling 
As you hand over the bribe 
And once again you've bought a little time 
And once again you're fading out of sight 
Still the fox is growing older 
As he calls over his shoulder to the night: 
"What do you want from me? 
What do you need from me? 
There's no rest for the running man 
Why can't you let him be?" 
Here, come over here 
Beneath a sympathetic moon 
We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear 
Another beer, from the cafes of the night 
The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear 
One by one they've nailed the others 
But you always got away 
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead 
No one can say 
In one last raid the agents 
Of the dawn break down the door 
Of a house where you were standing 
Maybe just an hour before 
And still the thread continues to unwind 
You take the hidden roads that only you can find 
And should they come upon your tracks 
There's just a question hanging back you left behind 
"What do you want from me? 
What do you need from me? 
No rest for the running man 
Why can't you let him be?" 
"What do you want from me? 
What do you need from me?