Under the Gun

Under the Gun - Lucy Wainwright Roche/Robby Hecht

All of the neighbors went and closed their eagle eyes

Stacked one by one and floor by floor

The halls are empty nothing left but our goodbyes

Behind a heavy door

And I know that you're tired

And it's been a long week

I know that the sun is steady on the rise

Is this the last time I'll hold you in my arms

I would like nothing more than to see your open eyes

What do people under the gun say

This trouble it was born on a Monday

Maybe we'll look back on this one day and we will laugh again

Once several years ago we spoke for the first time

Lonely in a crowded room

Looking for trouble or an exit or a sign

Knowing you'd find it soon

And you said you were happy

You said you were moving

You said that you knew it was time to leave New York

But this is a city

That showed you the next way

And I said I bet you will find that hard to ignore

What do people under the gun choose

You know just as many as I do

Take the chance and hope someday win or lose we will laugh again

It's nearly the next day

It's nearly the new world

It's nearly the funny glow behind the window pane

But nearly is not now

And nearly is not here

And so for now all things are clearly just the same

What do people under the gun know

Tell me how to hurt so it won't show

Think about a day when you will not go and we'll laugh again