Before the phone hits the receiver   You're halfway to the door   The voice said 'get out while you can,   There's just ten 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?