[Verse 1] I'm running away again Walking alone in the rain Stumbling in the eerie silence I'm a prisoner of war child I'm a rebel who must go Out on the road again [Chorus] But war is a bitter game, son. You're no worse off than two or three times before You burned the old beats of spring and summer You left chains in the trees behind you [Verse 2] To get on the road again I'm a prisoner of war child I'm a rebel who must go Out on the road again But war is a bitter game, son. You're no worse off than two or three times before [Chorus] But war is a bitter game, son. You're no worse off than two or three times before You burned the old beats of spring and summer You left chains in the trees behind you