at last light

i held my gun at last light
aimed it at a mad man at my door
and after his untimely death
i found him on the floor
i removed all his clothes
and now no one knows
when the morning sun comes
which way my shadow goes

i went down to Mexico
you came looking for me
what you found was nobody
i lost myself at sea
nothing much there grows
and now no one knows
when the morning sun comes
which way my shadow goes

i imagined late one night
you would find me in my chair
it was a hard place to be
when you looked i wasn't there

the wind always blows
and now no one knows
when the morning sun comes
which way my shadow goes