rayguns in my holsters, blood stains on my hands;
 
dead or alive unwanted posters,  sanctuary in another land;

new lives incognito, sudden change of plans;

looking over my shoulder, a hunted, wanted man;

memories of lives gone by, bright and shiny days;

threatened by an overcast, swept out of the way;

shield me with your love; save me from the rising flood;
   
I saw something in your eyes, I never thought I would find;

help me make up my mind, (and) I think I’m gonna make it, this time;

yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time; yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time;


ink spots on my fingers, stories in my head;

memories that won’t linger, can’t recall what was said;

a thousand plastic soldiers abandoned and left for dead;

sleigh bells on my rooftop, fresh straw (chain saws) in my bed;

breaking out the good stuff?, taking all day long;

making time to clear my head, wondering what went wrong;

voices calling from above; can‘t recall what I was thinking of;
        
and please don’t make me decide; the water’s deep, the river wide;

running out of places to hide. but I know I’m gonna make it this time;

yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time; yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time;


opposition has gotten bolder with the passage of time;
      
and now that I’m a bit older it’s my youth that I must find;

and I think I’m gonna make it this time, yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time;
                                     
yeah I think I’m gonna make it this time;