Outskirts - Bob Welch, Carmine Appice

Last night red lights and sirens sound

Nine miles on a back street

Sneakin' out of town

Out of touch, goin' underground

Look into the mirror;

Can see 'em bearin' down

Long road windin'

Headlights in the dark

Don’t know where we’re goin'

But it can’t be too far

Ten g’s, three for you, the rest I’ll keep

No clues, no avenues

It’s a perfect scheme

Look-out outskirts

Hang a left at the hangin' tree

‘Cause they say they’re gonna get ya

But they won’t mess with me!

Long road burnin'

You know you can’t look back

Cause every where your turnin'

You can’t escape the fact…

Yeah, they’re gettin' closer now

Step on it man you know they’re gainin' ground

Not afraid to die, until right now

I can almost feel em' breathin'

Fear for me…

Oh, last night, murder one was in the air, huh;

Johnny didn’t mean to do it

But he was real scared

Outlaws, runnin' hidin', who knows where

Next time your on the outskirts

Huh, well, I’ll be waitin' there

Long road a windin'

Headlights in the dark

Long road returnin'

Like a knife, in your heart

I’m on the outskirts now

Fear for me, well

I’m on the outskirts

Fear for me