May Songtext

von Richard Shindell

Listen closely May
This phone may not be safe
I have been betrayed
And I must leave today
Where, I cannot say
Somewhere far away
Maybe to the States
Where no one knows my face

So May, take care of the kids
Tell them I love them
I'll send a few quid when I can
I know, this is no kind of life
But you've got to be strong
When your'e a fugitive's wife

I'm calling from some booth
No, I can't come home
But this is not goodbye
I love you more than life

So May, take care of the kids
Tell them I love them
I'll send a few quid when I can
I know, this is no kind of life
But you've got to be strong
When youre a fugitive's wife

Something isn't right
The streets are much too quiet
The shops all locked up tight
There's not one soul in sight

So May, take care of the kids
Tell them I love them
I'll send a few quid when I can
I know, this is no kind of life
But you've got to be strong
When you're a fugitive's wife

And May, they've got me in sight
There's a least twenty five
It's down to a fight or a flight
May...