They're biting at your heels
Country lanes lead to fields
Who was that fox caught in that trap
Laid with hunters map
When the could rolls back
back
back
I'll meet you by the mill
Depressions in your neck
He's just keeping you on track
Who was that fox caught in that trap
Laid with hunters map
When the cloud rolls back
Back
Back
I'll meet you by the mill
You shake hands with lightning
For an apple on a string
You shake hands with lightning
For an apple on a string
the price you pay for what you get, the bargin you make, lots of rural imagery, the hunter and the hunted, there s you and i and'he' as well so maybe its an escape from one thing into another - nothing is resolved.