You’ve got a lot of growing up to do
You don’t even have a choice
You burn miles of pavement on one cd and you’re
Startin’ to like the singer’s voice


Reach out your arm and ash your cigarette
Ask the rear-view how you look
You got 16,000 dials on your dashboard
But not one of ‘em really works


I’ve got some explaining to do
You’ve got a lot
You’ve pulled that gun on me before
But this is the first time that you shot
“the chamber’s empty,” you said
Well i guess you lied
I only got hurt this time because i didn’t
Go run and hide


Slowly put on your crumpled uniform
Don’t know the time but you know you’re late
You wear a badly sketched-in smile where your frown should be
And you don’t even hesitate


I’ve got some explaining to do
You’ve got a lot
You’ve pulled that gun on me before
But this is the first time that you shot
“the chamber’s empty,” you said
Well i guess you lied
I only got hurt this time because i didn’t
Go run and hide