Shotgun City

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up

I’ve been calling you for days

The man on the line said that you weren’t around

Tell me, where are you now?

Still, what is there left to say?

Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away

But I want to know your ok

That you’re living your life

And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.

Steer clear of the lights

And look at the moon

And when you look at the sky

I’m looking at the same sky

As you.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up

Oh I’m a little bit worried now

I’ve called several times and after it rings

I get the message machine

Still, what is there left to say?

Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away

But I want to know your ok

That you’re living your life

And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.

Steer clear of the lights

And look at the moon

And when you look at the sky

I’m looking at the same sky

As you.