The sun goes down yet another day There's still no sign of the runaway Four years of silence, not a sound He's not a fugitive, a crook, but a simple guy Not a top ten wanted by the FBI I bet if he was, he would be found Blue eyes, complexion wide Thin built yeah his race is white No scars or marks on him are known The sun goes down yet another day There's still no sign of the runaway Oh how I miss having him around He's not a criminal, a crook, but a simple guy Not a top ten wanted by the FBI I bet if he was, he would be found 'Cause everywhere I look there are cops around When my mind gets on it My mind gets on Life's hard to cope Yeah when my mind gets on it I'm about to lose the last of hope So I keep my mind off Almost all the time To deny this let-down The sun goes down yet another day There's still no sign of the runaway Oh how I miss having him around He's not a criminal, a crook, but a simple guy Not a top ten wanted by the FBI I bet if he was, he would be found And in my dreams, he still is rambling round