Francisco Mendes Moreira: Someone To Talk To And A New Hiding Place

There’s always one more notch and ten more paces
Spending the time that you borrow figuring a way to get back home
Camping out all night on the veranda
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances.
Billy, and you're playing all alone.
Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
The businessmen from Taos want you to go down.
Billy, you've been running for so long.
Billy, you're so far away from home.
Billy, and you're going all alone.
There is always one more notch in four more aces
Every little sound just might be thunder
So sleep with one eye open, when you wander.
Billy, you're so doggone far away from home.
Billy, and you’re walkin’ all alone.
They don't like you to be so free.

(Excerpts from ‘Billy 1’ ‘Billy 4’ ‘Billy 7’ by Bob Dylan)