Dead End

Hands of sweat and bile
What've you done
Who were you with
Was there a gun

You can't even talk
Shaking too much
Man on the run
Was there a gun

Tell me what you've done
Then I'll feel pretty good that I was the one

Hands of sweat and bile
You are the sword
I am the shield
Turns into plowshares

I can't even talk
This is unreal
The fact that you're gone
Or the fact that I'm here

Do I tell them what you've done?
Or do I keep it as a secret that I was the one

If I help you get to Sumner
I could be dead

But I take some self pleasure
That you're letting me in

I can't see us getting out this jam
I'm just glad you asked me for my hand
I loved you but you never asked me then
And I love you now even in this dead end