Running When They Got Him

I don't know who he was
I don't know what he'd done
When they hollered out stop
He took off on the run
Ducked across the street
Then he doubled back around
He was running when they got him
Running when they cut him down

There was dirt in his hair
There was fear in his eyes
Sneakers on his feet
Like a million other guys\
His pants were kinda gray
His jacket was brown
He was running when they got him
Running when they cut him down

     I couldn't help thinking just a little about me
     All the crazy things I did when I was twenty-three
     How much of that stuff was a crime?
     I wonder what would be my total time?

He was about my height
About my weight
I couldn't stop to watch it all
I was running pretty late
Six or seven shots
He was lying on the ground
He was running when they got him
Running when they cut him down