Point and Shoot

Shot down in the shade of cardboard canyons

They cut the scene and saw blood on the cameraman

She could see the frame, but never the picture

A live round spun, and a split-second flicker

Broke the depth of field like the neck of the Hangman

You looked at me like a pie in the windowpane

I looked back like a mule in some bridle reins

Lyin' there naked through a point and shoot

If you got a secret, don't keep it too close to your chest

Just love me now and forget the rest

Does passion feel stupid when there's nothing left of me?

You laughed and said, "Yeah, the crime of the century"

But I was lost like a little child

In a wilderness where the West was way too wild

All I can say is that I don't mind

Like the silphium branch to the black bovine

She could see the frame, but never the picture

A live round spun, and a split-second flicker broke