A Synthetic Soul
Life packs a .357
By your feet they'll place a rose,
in the shadow of the trees where the cold wind blows.
No doubt with you up there Heaven's got clean windows.
And I'm just down here filling empty holes.
But that's the way it goes.
Sometimes I hear you laughing
Yet the tears come crashing,
crashing like waves. I carry your flame
and it burns bright in my eye still.
You were tougher than a nail with an iron will.
And you're the reason I'm here still filling empty holes.
That's the way it goes.
This Life's just like a rose that smokes
and packs a .357 saying.
"Baby let's go."
"Give me all you've got."
"Here I come ready or not."
"Give me your best shot."
"I said Let's roll."
That's just the way it goes.
Filling empty holes
Cause life's just like a rose
that packs a .357 and smokes.
And this is the way it goes.
in the shadow of the trees where the cold wind blows.
No doubt with you up there Heaven's got clean windows.
And I'm just down here filling empty holes.
But that's the way it goes.
Sometimes I hear you laughing
Yet the tears come crashing,
crashing like waves. I carry your flame
and it burns bright in my eye still.
You were tougher than a nail with an iron will.
And you're the reason I'm here still filling empty holes.
That's the way it goes.
This Life's just like a rose that smokes
and packs a .357 saying.
"Baby let's go."
"Give me all you've got."
"Here I come ready or not."
"Give me your best shot."
"I said Let's roll."
That's just the way it goes.
Filling empty holes
Cause life's just like a rose
that packs a .357 and smokes.
And this is the way it goes.
