Feel Them Getting Closer - Ida Mae

Walking into heaven like the brand new Elvis

A ‘suited and booted' clean American made machine

Cold skin, stolen keys, gravel track and bare knees

I’m going where they won’t find me

And I can feel them getting closer

Closer

And I can feel them getting closer

Hanging all my prayers up on the power lines

And they’re lighting up the city like the National Grid

Hotel Motel ringing like a sleigh bell

I’m going where they won’t find me.

Queen and me are waiting for the changing of the guards

And they’re rigging all the racquets down on Sunset Boulevard

Cold sweat, jet-set, feeling like a death threat

I’m going where they won’t find me

And I can feel them getting closer

Closer

And I can feel them getting closer

And I can feel them getting closer

Closer

And I can feel them getting closer