Four sheets to the wind & up the bend
With a 6-shooter & a horse called Loretta Lynn
With a pillow case filled with
loot & old love letters
And the Sun is coming up big
on the edge of troubled weather
But Bobby rides into it with a musky determination
Because he’s sick of prying eyes
& bleeding expectations
He’s got broken bottles lined up in his head
And bloody, dirty dressings around his hand
Bobby runs down to the church & up the stairs
And rings the bell with his good hand
But he never heard it ring
When Bobby moves he moves so fast
It was a gift he never knew he had
He just knew he had to move
He was a shell-shocked & sharp-shooting renegade
From the league of broken hearts brigade
Because a broken heart means you
carry on with your days
And you remind yourself
in a million different ways
It was a rule that Bobby kept under his hat
He said pull it down tight & don’t look back
He said I wish I was a bug because I’d crawl across your skin
And dance across the cracks & porous innocence
Bobby runs down to the church & up the stairs
And rings the bell with his good hand
But he never heard it ring
When Bobby moves he moves so fast
It was a gift he never knew he had
He just knew he had to move