doorway in sight
 not a second too late
 into the night

 siren, spot light
 wailing wolves at the gate
 into the night

 mad dog patrol
 roaming 'round the grounds and
 all set to go

 hiding alone
 somewhere from the blood hounds
 all set to go
 [bad word] all day, in every direction
 finding his way, to civilization
 everything's gonna work out
 yes, everything's gonna work out

 he used to stand by his window, you
 know
 the view was so good, he wanted to go
 and now that he's back on those same
 old streets
 he's locked in again, and falls on his
 knees
 [bad word] away
 that is all that he knows
 time and again

 he fades away
 and forgets where he goes
 time and again