Put up your walls
and I’ll put up mine
Is there someway to reach you

you stay on your side
and I’ll mount my pride
turn your back and throw the bombs
the hollow space between us grows
I look to the other side
and this space seems vast
through the haze
there is no path back, no bridge
we cut this trench years ago
and we keep circling back
sometimes we can cover it over
with the palm leaves of promise
you forget its there
and you fall right back in
and when I’m in
I cant find you
I cant see you
I’m alone
and so are you
I’m just trying to get out of here
so I load my guns & you take aim
shoot me down
taken away to the dark side
I can’t see the forest for the trees
In the ambush
I can suddenly see – this isn’t going to work
we went into this a couple of kids
I thought I was a solider
thought my love could hold you
but maybe we don’t have what it takes
we’ve come unstuck
you’re holding out
pushing back

I’m at the end of the line here girl
and you’ve got nothing left for me
just your little patch of earth
and you’re guarding it
you take aim whenever I get close
you can’t have me in your space
there’s no room for me in your town
you want me to go back to my own
but baby I’m a lone ranger
a nomadic gun slinger
I ‘aint got no home to go back to
everything I had I threw into this journey
everything I own is with me now
this is it
I’m travelling with this pack on my back
and I’m ready to go

I guess that makes me dangerous

makes me volatile
I’ve thrown it all in for you girl
and now I’ve got nothing left to lose

If you can’t let me in
I need to go

For a while
I can wander
pacing outside your walls
staying close
building my own fires
I’ll find some shelter
occupy my mind with thoughts of you
I can hear your song as I tend to my wounds
and warm myself by the fire
and something tells me to stay
stay and wait
because baby I love you
–
but if I can’t hear the beat
of the heart that I call home
If the noise gets too loud
then baby I’ve got to go.

I’ll take my pack
my fragments of whats left of us
cut the dreams loose
before they deflate and turn to anvils
dragging behind me like the empty tin cans
in the ‘just married’ convoy
that we never had
and I’ll let you go
have your land, have your town
take down my flag
you’ll find another one
not like the other one
someone who can build their house
next to yours
not like this wanderlust gypsy
taking over your streets
tearing down your foundations
looking for your peaches
and shaking your tree
I’ve got my knife in my mouth and I’m walking the fence
and you’re the solitary creature up the top of your hill looking for the zen you dropped in the daisies with the sound of my war cry
maybe I’m just running from myself
but I thought you would come
I thought we could go
I thought you would let me in
but maybe I ask too much
need to much
I belong in Neverland
and maybe you’ll leave your place one day
but maybe I’m not your John Smith