(Talk me into laying down my gun)
Why didn't I make that phone call when I said I was going to?
For the love of Christ
There must be like a
Thousand stupid things that I could point to
That might've saved your life
Planetary alignment
Solitary confinement
The axes were always grinding
Don't try to talk me into laying down my gun
Well that's not how the west was one
Not how the west was won
Not how the west was won
Not how the west
Was won
Deter me from this high-wire act
Deter me from ever wanting to turn back
Deter me to someplace I never thought of
Deter me, deter me, deter me
I wonder if you took one long last look
Into the mirror
Or did you just move along
These are not the droids you are looking for
Well I guess you are dead wrong
If I brought the ghost of Michael Hutchence down here to
Call your bluff
It probably still wouldn't have been enough, friend
Don't try to talk me into laying down my gun
Well that's not how the west was one
Not how the west was won
Not how the west was won
Not how the west
Was won
Deter me from this high-wire act
Deter me from ever wanting to turn back
Deter me to someplace I never thought of
Deter me, deter me, deter me
Deter me
Deter me from this high-wire act
Deter me from ever wanting to turn back
Deter me to someplace I never thought of
Deter me, deter me, deter me
Deter me from this high-wire act
Deter me from ever wanting to turn back
Deter me to someplace I never thought of
Deter me, deter me, deter me
Deter me
Deter me, deter me, deter me
Deter me
Deter me
(Not how the west was won)