Glint in Our Eyes

Jimmy and me, best friends since we were three
Played cops and robbers, patients and doctors, thicker than thieves
My daddy told me that people like those gotta earn their way
His daddy said "don't miss your shot, son, 'cause some boys are born on third base"
Then they kissed us goodnight, with a glint in their eyes

Well we grew up just fine. Jimmy went to work in the mines
I went to college in Tulsa and came home to take what was mine
I dug for gold in the pockets of soldiers' and farmers' sons
And he dug for coal and came home with nothing but cancer in his lungs
Try as we might, we couldn't find our way back to the light

Well I remember that day - I was sitting in my office at the bank
When Jimmy walked in and flashed me a grin I'd never seen on his face
Shotgun in hand he said "it's time to pay up little man
I'm here as a robber, a cop, and a doctor and a patient, my friend
This is the end - our reckoning"

Then he emptied the vault and left his gun out on the walk
I heard the feds took him down in a barn just outside Wichita
And I made a show for the cameras - thanked God and the FDIC
But why does it feel like there were two souls, not one, who just almost got free
Of the glint in our eyes and the cancer inside