falling out the windowtripping on a wrinkle in the rugfalling out
of love, dearit hurt much worse when you gave upjust don't
tell me which way I oughta runor what good I could do
anyone'cause my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded
nowso don't botherclimbing up the ladderbreaking my shin on
the very first rungwaking up the neighborsit's all
right,they understand they're just as dumband they
don't tell me which way I oughta runor what good I could do
anyone'cause my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded
nowso don't bother me nowdon't bothercrawling back to
you nowI sold my guitar to the girl next doorshe asked me if I
knew howI told her I don't think so anymoredon't tell
me which way I oughta runwhat good could I do anyone'cause
my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded nowso don't
bother