No Escape
He had left the busy city
With the police upon his trail
He had taken twenty-thousand
From a bank in New South Wales
Though his exit had been hasty
And his baggage, it was few
With the money that he carried
Was sure to get him through
He had entered into the bushland
Where the tallest gum trees grow
And hidden from the sunlight
Where the changing winds do blow
Yet the feel of fear and panic
Had left him for the day
But the gentle breeze that's blowing
No escape, it seems to say
As he pushes further inward
Crossing mountain stream in rain
Does he hear the gentle whisper?
No escape, it says again
As he reaches mountain zenith
He sat and rested for a spell
But in the hazy distance
There are policemen, he could tell
In panic now he rushes
Down the distant mountain side
But the police in greater numbers
Follow like the ever flowing tide
He has halted, beat and cowered
With the cuffs upon his wrist
And he ponders on his action
And his fate that took a twist
As he faces judge and jury
No escape, the judge has vowed
For twenty years your put away
No escape nor appeal allowed.