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