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We hit the blue fields
(In the blue sedan we didn't get much further)
Just as the Sun was rising in the mist
(We were all alone, we didn't need much more)
So fast this expedition, so vast this heavy load
(With a touch of luck and a sense of need)
Seeing the guns and their faces
(We look around the open shore)
(Waiting for something)

(Shoot high, break low)
(Aim high, shoot low)
(Break high, let go)
(Shoot high, aim low)

This was to be our last ride
(With steel guitar and the love you give me)
Underneath the skin a feeling, a breakdown
(Well, we sat for hours on the crimson sand)
Exchanges in the currency of humans bought and sold
And the leaders seem to lose control
Shall we lose ourselves for a reason?
Shall we burn ourselves for the answer?
(Have we found the place that we're looking for?)
Someone shouted, "open the door", lookout

(Shoot high, break low)
(Aim high, shoot low) feeling of imagination
(Break high, let go)
(Shoot high, aim low)

Let's go

(Shoot high, break low) nothing you can say
(Shoot high, let go) takes me by surprise
(Shoot high, aim low) who says's there's got to be a reason?
(Shoot high, let go) who says there's got to be an answer?
(We were all alone, we didn't need much more)
(Shoot high, aim low) (with the Sun so hard on this endless highway)
(Shoot high, let go)
(Shoot high, aim low)
(Shoot high, aim low)
I've heard the singers, who sing of love
(Shoot high, aim low)
(In the blue sedan we never got much further)
(Shoot high, aim low)