The Man With The Gun

I'm out of my senses

I'll only smile

The night I meet the man with the gun

Not that I'd be defenseless

but I don't think I'll fight

The night I meet the man with the gun

Maybe I'll say What kept you?

I knew you would come

I somehow didn't expect to

Be spared for so long

Was it a whim of fortune

Or was I hard to find

What's the routine of a man with a gun

Was it a kind of torture

Have you been out of town

What is like to a man with a gun

Maybe I'm glad to see you

It's hard to believe

but standing here beside you

is such a relief

This is gonna hurt me

I do know why you've come

but I got this feeling

that it's already been done