I feel the distant stare   Of a watching eye   Watching eyes of THE woodsman   Quivers of death await me here   I'm blind to their illusion - confusion      Fletching of fowl Slips   Through the wind   Releasing their death with   Their fingers   My fate lies on a tensel line   I must escape but there's   Nowhere to hide      The now exchanging roles   In this theater of ill HUMOR   The understudy steals   The stage with an encore performance      One of the hunted -    The tables have turned   One of the hunted -   There's nowhere to run   One of the hun ted -   The tables have turned   One of the hunted -    There's nowhere to run      In the temples of nature    I hear the laughter   Just another victim on    This lonely trail   They show no emotion for   This loss of life   It reminds me of myself not long ago   And the cries for life that    I'd seem to ignore   The cries for life are now   My very own      One of the hunted   The tables have turned   One of the hunted   There's nowhere to run   One of the hunted   The tables have turned   One of the hunted   There's nowhere to run