I am running from my government   Wanted for the crimes I commit   I left behind all the things that I love   Took a train to the eastern border   Told my daughter I will be back for her   Bought a ticket with no destination.     I see faces everywhere I go   Forced smiles and furrowed brow   Is that a gun or a violin?   I am under the impression that   There is something underneath that hat   Tiny bomb or sleeping pills.      Are you on the wrong side   Are you on the wrong side   Of what is right? And   Are you on the wrong road   Are you on the wrong road   From where you want to be?      Maybe I could turn and face my demons   Tell the suits that I had my reasons   I could take whatever’s coming to me   Be a father behind a locked door   Keep your letters in an empty drawer   Whatever happens it’s the green mile for me.    these lyrics are submitted by Daniela Pinto