We can follow that same hollow fiddle
When it comes time for us to be moved
I'm still shocked to be in the middle
Of a three piece Revolution
Revolutionary call
You ride shotgun
You're a shotgun rider
Bringing us safely home
There was a time to believe in futures
We didn't have too much together
I was a worn down dreamer and co*ktail sleeper
When I gathered in most of the answers
The music answers still
Five wild horses and coachmen follow
To the pound of a faster purpose
Listen to the cost and the price of the speaker
Then tell me if it was worth it
Worth it giving ground
I see the driver and
I hear the horses
As they move through the middle of this town
Heading to pictures
and places on postcards
Stopping to leave their defense down
With the shotgun right beside