what do you do

you had a slick operation, til she was taken to the station, they grilled her on where she scored, she broke down out your name poured, down the highway you soared, what do you do, i ask you, when they're after you, i tell you, you're going to go it alone, you know that you'll have to leave home, two thousand miles to the sea, a new life with nobody, strangers' faces everywhere, medicating your despair, feeling that no one cares, sometimes plans go as planned, and you beat the odds that they'll get you, it's a miserable life in demand, a paranoia you have to get used to, but they got better things, to do than to come and look for you, but then again maybe not, it'll drive you crazy, now it's been about a year, you'd return but for the fear, sometimes people get away, still it haunts you to this day, the dealer that got away