Shootin the Moon - Get Dead

And I’m moving everyday, close to a shallow grave

There’s no souls in this place because they’ve all made their escape

With a cup of blood on ice and a coffin nail in tow

I’m ready to pay that price to that old man down below

And I’m moving down and hitting the road

Just shooting holes in the moon

With an old black car and gun in my hand running out of room

And I know no other way, so this close I stay

I move on down into the fire, until I hear him say

I let go

And I broke her poor heart for reasons no one knows

But I meant every word I said like a screaming crow

The whiskey on my breath lets her know this is good bye

And by the looks of me right now I hope she knows why

And I’m kicking up dust out of habitjust to see which way she went

I got dirt in my eyes when all I gotta do is watch my step

And I know no other way, so this course I stay

I move on down into the fire, until I hear him say

I let go

And I’m moving everyday, close to a shallow grave

There’s no souls in this place because they’ve all made their escape

With a cup of blood on ice and a coffin nail in tow

I’m ready to pay that price to that old man down below

And I let go

Well I let go

I let go