When the vultures descend on me, when happiness mutters goodbye,
And those around me fail to recognize,
That’s when I’ll run.

When the boxer lands his coup de gras, waves to his corner that the fight is won,
Just as his opponent falls,
That’s when I’ll run.

And when a figure from the past ignores me,
I know I must depart to wherever will have me.

When a witness I do not know is prepared to take the stand,
And utter untruths about me,
That’s when I’ll run.

When the net is closing in, when anxiety pervades my every breath,
When nothing is all around,
That’s when I’ll run.

And yet another figure from the past ignores me.
Is there anyone left who has any time for me?