Watching the Wires

Then I became a singer
It's strange to think about
I wanted to be heard, when you get down to it
There ain't no money in that
Then I became a stranger
Living with this gun
I was afraid I would never grow old
Temptation wore me down

Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run, but
I'm a gun for hire
Gimme one good reason
"Do it for the feeling"
I know what you say, but
Had to learn it the hard way

Oh, the running was murder
Baby, they were right
I drew a card that was full of swords
I never said I loved the light
So I did run like a river
Either that or blow my mind
Mama was afraid I would never grow old
I was afraid that I might

Watching the wires
Setting fires
I hate to run, but
I'm a gun for hire
Gimme one good reason?
"Do it for the feeling"
I know what you say, but
Had to learn it the hard way

Maybe in the next lifetime
Maybe in the next frame
Maybe in the next valley
Somebody knows me



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Carrington Taylor
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