Shotgun City

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
I’ve been calling you for days
The man on the line said that you weren’t around
Tell me, where are you now?

Still, what is there left to say?
Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away
But I want to know your ok
That you’re living your life
And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.

Steer clear of the lights
And look at the moon
And when you look at the sky
I’m looking at the same sky
As you.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
Oh I’m a little bit worried now
I’ve called several times and after it rings
I get the message machine

Still, what is there left to say?
Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away
But I want to know your ok
That you’re living your life
And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.

Steer clear of the lights
And look at the moon
And when you look at the sky
I’m looking at the same sky
As you.