Your voice calling
Like bombs falling
In my little garden
I know I'm your
Next of kin, but
I might just stop growing
If there's a way out
If there's a way out
If there's a way, I don't want to be afraid
Looking down the barrel to heaven
Rain rain, run down
Like a nightgown
On this crooked old house
Take the deed and
Leave the memories,
They're all that has not left, but
There's a way out
There's a way out
There's a way I don't have to be afraid
Looking down the barrel to heaven
Looking down the barrel,
Down the barrel,
Down the barrel to heaven