Under the Gun - Robin Trower

There’s a stranger staring back

And you in the mirror

Guessed that you’re a man on the run

There’s a ghost from the past

Looking over your shoulder

Your chance to escape is a million to one

But your eyes are on the future

But your back’s against the wall

You’re walking on a tightrope

Watch you don’t fall

'Cause its down to the wire

Time to deliver

The hang tough

When you’re under the gun

Your rhythm and a fire

There’s a hand on the trigger

Nowhere to run

When you’re under the gun

You were captain of the ship

And master of the game

Anything you want it to be

Oh but then the rules got changed

And the ship went up in flames

And you found yourself

Lost out at sea

You’ve been counted out of action

Scattered in the wind

Are you walking on water

Coming back again?

'Cause its down to the wire

Time to deliver

The hang tough

When you’re under the gun

Your rhythm and a fire

There’s a hand on the trigger

Nowhere to run

When you’re under the gun

You’ve been counted out of action

Scattered in the wind

Are you walking on water

Coming back again?

'Cause its down to the wire

Time to deliver

The hang tough

When you’re under the gun

Your rhythm and a fire

There’s a hand on the trigger

Nowhere to run

When you’re under the gun