Sitting alone in the back of a truck where I found her sinking her head I'm finding I don't have the stomach to leave I'm finding I don't have the balls to get up and go
A full tank and a bottle of scotch I swear I don't belong with the ghost upstairs But when the decoy sputters and stops on the bridge I turn around and start to drive home
She holds the gun to my head And then she asks me "What do I do next?" But darling, I don't know.
She pulls the trigger back "You'd better tell me" I sigh and take a breath, "Darling please go home."
"You'll be alright", she said, "Don't panic." "Don't let it get to your head, We've got a long ways to go."
Seven raindrops on her forehead I count them falling one by one And when she kissed me on the forehead I heard a gunshot and down she goes.