29 April 2012
You sat legs dangling Feet off the road On a hardboard case Counting your toes The things you were sure of They all let you down And who to depend on When you're not around
There's an old dirt track Outside of town Where leaving begins Where bad boys throw down Where hookers pick up Where children let go You're chasing the Summer Under cover of snow
You sat legs dangling Now your feet touch the ground As you're hitching a lift Back into town The things you were sure of Some lost and some found But who can you love If you're not around
Where are you running to Now that it's over With your eyes on the prize Your old yellow revolver
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Your Old Yellow Revolver • Opuss № I