Under the Gun - Kristin Hersh

My heart goes out to you

A lover on a night with no moon

I learned to fill out gaunt limbs

Like parrot lady at Lake Michigan

Troubled by a troubled life

We hover blurry and glossy eyed

We passed this way before

We said this then

Under the gun we run

My heart goes out to you

Your puny savings blown

The parrot lady at the ball mask

A boy steps carefully over the grass

The lizard looking up at me

Is so goddamn Disney

We passed this way before

We said this then

Under the gun we run