Under Your Gun

And I didn't call you from Atlanta
Even though I wanted to
And I stayed cool in Eugene, babe
I didn't trash that hotel room
And I wish I'd said "yes"
To another whiskey
Just another lonely weekend
That don't end with you and me

And, hey, I'm callin' your name
Through the pines and through the fields
And, hey, I'm under your gun
And underneath your wheels
Underneath your wheels

You tell me you're havin' a fine time
You're livin' like you should
Yeah, you shouldn't worry at all
I'm out here feelin' good
These curtains won't hide me for long
That morning light will cut on through
You'll wake up in your lifе
And I'll wake up thinkin' of you

And, hey, I'm callin' your name
Through thе pines and through the fields
And, hey, I'm under your gun
And underneath your wheels
Underneath your wheels