Elliott Murphy Bullet
I was the bullet and you were the gun
Standing on main street
With a shodown 'bout to come
Streets were deserted
Why...everybody's already left town
Too late I realized
I was the fool who stuck around
Good night my own true love
Send your sweet prayers aboe
I was the one and we were the two
I was completely worn out but still we weren't through
The ghost of the good times
she kept hanging around
And don't you look so good
in your torn wedding gown
(Chorus)
I was the wounded and you were the nurse
I lay down on your couch
man that was a first I forgot nearly
everything except how to tell your time
And don't you look so good
when I'm coming up from behind
(Chorus)
If I pick up my guitar - you are the pick
When I finish my ece cream bar you're the little wooden
stick
If I was a fire I'd be cold without the touch of your
match
if I was number twenty-two well then you'd be the catch
No need to look outta my window
'cause you're always the view I can buy a bittle of
oxygen
but I can't get a deep breath of you
When I'm lost in my memory
you turn up in my dreams
I was alone on the ocean when you float by on a warm
gulf stream
Now if I was the sky you'd be the blue
Or the green of the billiard table but I'm definitely
still the cue
When I watch my TV you're the only thing that's ever on
Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and you're the one
crop growing on my farm
When I screw in a light bulb you are the lamp
And when I zip up my sleeping bag you're those scary
noises outside my camp
if I was the mystery - you'd be the clue if I was size
1OD you are the shoe
