Under the Gun

You can ride away with the night on your shoulder
And you can bury men's souls in the blink of an eye
You can cast out the dreams and the worries and fears
That would haunt me like ghosts down through the years

You can slip away like a soft sullen goodbye
Never look back and don't think twice
You can stay the course, let no obstacle impede
This headlong rush to infinity

Another Friday night has died
Another Sunday morning dream
Don't let the fallen ides invoke their flawed design
Maybe it's better to move on
When all your dreams are under the gun

I've seen you blow your mind under a midnight moon love
I've seen you rage in the face of celestial disdain
Now you can live among the stars as if by divine right
And then crash and burn your way through the night

Another Friday night has died
Another Sunday morning dream
Don't let the fallen ides invoke their flawed design
Maybe it's better to move on
When all your dreams are under the gun



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hattem
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