Deep in the past,
We came triggered to the barrel blast,
On the avenue,
Where I would crash into you

What´s done is done,
Life is a gun,
Life is a gun on the run,
Oh my dear, isn´t life a gun?
A story shot-gunned that comes undone,
We came undone

New York´s cold,
On the road we become old
Standing still,
But I´m running against all my will

(Chorus)

The well worn path
Was never something I would walk,
So lay it down,
Lay these guns in the ground

(Chorus)