Gone Shootin'

Feel the pressure rise

Hear the whistle blow

Bought a ticket on her own accord

To, I don't know

Packed her heart in a travellin' bag

Never said, "Bye-bye"

Something missin' in the neighborhood

Of her cryin' eyes

I stir my coffee with the same spoon

To her favourite tune

Gone shootin'

My baby's gone shootin'

Wrapped herself around

Like a second skin

Backed her favourite nag

But she could never win

I took an offer in another town

She took another pill

She was runnin' into overdrive

A victim of overkill

She never made it past the bedroom door

What was she aiming for?

Gone shootin'

She's gone

She's gone, gone, gone

She's gone shootin'

My baby's gone shootin'

(There she goes, woah)

(Gone shootin') how am I gonna get her down?

(Gone shootin') ow, look out, look out, look out

(Gone shootin') well I shouldn't get in her way

(Gone shootin') ah, she's fully loaded

(Gone shootin') she gone, she gone, she gone, she's gone

(Gone shootin')

I used to love her so