Shotgun

At the foot of the bed lay the clarinet

And the light bled onto the carpet

The fan by the stove was left on

And the noise of the bus was a frightful song

At the foot of the bed waits a man

Buttoning his jacket with his hand

It's 4 o'clock he tells her it's time

She nods her head and kisses goodbye, goodbye

The snake of a shadow jumps to the floor

And a heartbeat closes with the doors

Car is parked eight blocks west

He finds the keys in his cable-knit vest

On the highway he stopped for an accident

The cars all wait in acknowledgment

As he drives by the ambulance he's getting around traffic

He glances to his side, car's crushed and kisses dispatching

The voices outside were calling where the bodies had fallen

And now his tires roll over the map of blood on the highway

Making very strange color making very strange smells

And soon it'll be the rain

That washes all this away

He's pulling into his house his wife is working 'til 5

While the white exhaust bumper cars travels into the sky

He'll sing his song to sleep with a rhythm soft and deep, singing Shotgun, I got a shotgun

Shotgun, I got a shotgun

Oh little boy, I got a shotgun

Shotgun, I got a shotgun

Oh little boy, I got a shotgun

Shotgun, I got a shotgun

Oh little boy, I got a shotgun