Emma Blowgun's Last Stand

And goodness knows, it's been a wonderful run

The autumn lakes where the children have swum

Your mother's convictions and your father's predictions don't seem so insane

They laugh and say your treasures are fake but don't throw it away

And you've been framed with a beautiful name

And you've been saved but you lost your head

With halos and praise, the trinity saves, but three's a crowd

You flirt and drink, you can't stop your winking at the boys at the bar

All you need is a gun and a car

A country song if you don't have a heart

Of Cowboys and Indians and their palsied dominions where the highways are far

When all you know's your shadow's a ghost, don't let it scare you away