Sound of a Gun

In the here and the now, I wait

Down among the young and the old

With the moon and the ground, I play

With my children in my home

This is for the daughters, and sons of forgotten ones

Learning how to stand

This is for the innocent unknowns

Buried in the sand

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

'Til you're weary

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

From the crack in the blackness, I wake

It's getting closer every night

In my city, the playground is a battleground

Between the wrong and the right

I could run free as a child

I was safe and wild, naked and unarmed

Now I'm grown, and safe in my home

But some will never stop

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

'Til you're weary

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

The open mouth of the city swallowed up the town

With that same old concrete that I still walk down

And it seems they put a shine on this place, when I was young

Maybe I just don't see it now

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

'Til I'm weary

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

Hey!

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from the sound of a gun

Running from, running from the sound of a gun