Fugitive From Sin

Fugitive From Sin

(1976)

From the dust I came
One thing's for sure I'm goin' back again
Same way I came
And every passing hour
I'm constantly wrestling with an unseen power
Warring for my soul.

Wading through a swamp of serpents
Across a scorpion desert
Over a mountain of midnight terrors
Through a stormy sea of no passage
Chills crawling over my skin
I'm a fugitive from sin.

Groping for a ray of light
Pushing my way, straining for sight
With all of my might
Hoping for relief
But what I find seems all too brief
I fall in a heap.

Climbing like a mountain-goat
Pushing like a pachyderm
Kicking like a crazy man
Hunted in the Amazon
Wondering if I can win
Heading for a tailspin
Chills crawling over my skin
I'm a fugitive from sin.

My lungs about to burst
Black-out dizzy, lips cracked from thirst
And getting worse
Knowing somehow I'll find it
Though I'm walking lame, seeing blind,
And falling behind.

Running through a forest aflame
With a pack of dogs at my heels
Vultures waiting up in the sky
With my pulse getting hard to feel
I can't hear above the noise and the din
Don't know where to go
Forgot where I've been
Wondering if I can win
Heading for a tailspin
Chills crawling over my skin ~
I'm a fugitive from sin.

I wrote this as a song when I was in my twenties. It tries to describe the conflict involved in learning to walk contrary to the flesh. But I've always liked the imagery of it. It has a cool tune to it as well.