Roger Marshall - Holding The Gun Lyrics

Holding a gun in my hand
I've got a choice to make
To give a bullet away
Or take it for myself

I can grab at a dream
Or I can run away
Or I can sit here still
Until I fade away into tomorrow

I see the whites of her eyes
And then I see the tears
And a whistling sound
That's ringing in my ears won't let me move

So I'll pretend for a while
And no one will ever know
I'm like a powder keg
That's waiting to explode into the night

I'd like to drop this gun
But I think it's too late
Don't want to leave it to chance
I can't let fate decide my future

Holding a gun in my hand
And it's gonna go off
I know