This photograph of you and me
when these old boots were brand new
look at you
look at you smile smile smile
look at your smile

What has become of us
chasing the avalanche down
watching the world on TV
there must be something better on

Shotgun
it's not for putting in your mouth babe
oh the world is upside down thinking
pretty patterns on the wall
your mother screaming down the hall baby
won't you talk to me talk to me more
I need I need I need a little more from you
I cannot survive?
why leave back again
oh you leave back for ??
oh light light no yeah

What has become of us
watching the world on TV
chasing the avalanche down
there must be something better on

All that I know I know as if you went
all I know how to give it all back
you seem somehow to be unforgiving
think you start to play to see that
I want more could to know to give you heaven
here I am away you see
more though I love you more than you bring me down
must be something better on

Shotgun
I see it leaning up against the wall
I think oh what if I became a better lover
for running running running running away
thinking I could do nothing could ever
I'd load it all the way yeah
I'm becoming a man, a man yeah
it never never catch me no
it never never catch me no

What has become of us
watching the world on TV
chasing the avalanche down
there must be something better on