Hear me, don't you fear me
As you slowly get to know me
I'm on fire, I'm a liar
Hey what do I do now?
I just walked in to the middle of the OK corral
And that's no place for you to pick a bone
In time another sinner will sit back upon the vandal's throne
But it's not strange to me, It's the only way I know how
I'd benefit from shooting but suffer from the Yankee's scowl
I'd get lost in the simple divide
Fate has showed me the way
I've filled my eyes with new lands to harbor in a western bay
Where I can save my fighter pilot woes in case my head's allergic to the sent of all the wasted clothes
But it's not strange to me, It's the only way I know how
I've been in love with moving but now I want to settle down
And get lost in the simple divide
I could get lost
credits
from Out of Our Hands,
released September 9, 2009
Words & Music by: Michael Zadick