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

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

Shotgun
is for putting in your mouth
but not in a world as upside down as this one
pretty patterns on the wall
mama goes screaming down the hall, babe
baby yeah
why did you not just talk to me girl?
and roll, roll away
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
run, run again
around around they go

What has become of us?
we're chasing the avalanche down
watching the world on TV
instead of watching you and me

We used to ride, we used to know where we're going
what has become of us?
stand at the top look down and [?dive/die?] to get in
waiting on an avalanche
no one would know better than you, how to live
call it the most again
come on and see just follow me, reliving
must be something better on

Shotgun
I don't mean nothing by my word
but how could I live with out some girl, babe
but no one couldn't be ya
are we all alone in here
staring out of my head through the [?]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
won't you talk to me? talk to me?
yeah, yeah, yeah

We're running out of time
we're running out of time
we're running here we go

But there's hope, we know
what has become of us?
you used to wait up for me til I got in, babe
chasing the avalanche
but now I'm in terrible sleep until I'm gone again
muscle, I muscle, I muscle on
oh, what a dream [???]
there must be something better on