I'm on the losing side of knowing where to go My baby's sped off with that desert scorpio So I shot him dead and I ran down for Mexico I'm speeding through the sand a million miles to go I hear the sirens down that police stereo So I ran a moonbeam down to a river I lay low All the sweat pours down my head Lying in the river bed I saw the bullets blood rush down my shoulder unprepared Started back in 86 putting up my crucifix Who dares? I'm running scared I miss the taste of what it feels like to be saved I'm crying up here though I'll be laughing in my grave And if I see the devil I'll tell it to his face I can't find another way All my options fade to grey I'm losing all the feeling in the front of my right arm I was meant for better things Get me out this revery Who cares I'm running scared It's been a few weeks now I've made my great escape Now I'm stuck here in the desert shriveling day by day So I leave this document in case I can't be saved Saved In case I can't be saved In case I can't be saved In case I can't be