Shootout

Would you please not get so angry

When I roll over on my side

I get tired, find me in the morning

I'll get a chance to talk with you down the line

And if the world is getting smaller, if A.M. is alive,

how come I have to holler ever louder in the music hall at night?

I would love to do a token for you, a beautiful bouquet

But flowers only come around when something goes down

And in hours, they decay

Yeah, I heard the universe expanding

If in July

When I was standing in the spotlight

In the music halls last night

I

I never sing my songs in competition for you or anybody else I'll shoot out on 22nd Avenue

I wonder who's tangled up and gone to rest, yeah

And if the world is getting smaller, if A.M. July

How come I have to holler ever louder in the music hall at night?