Eloise - Utah

We could be a gunfighter

Unlatching all the bailing wire

Eloise, lemme see your sweet face

Come, face me

Chin up, we’re young & in the dark

We saw him resurrect in a muscle car

There was an oracle

We heard there was a light show

Hotter than a June kiss

I’m blushing a shade of licorice

Croon with your night lungs

That old Cicada love song

Holy broken heart

A meaning-well American abattoir

You’re around us, oh

Be around us

Someone close our eyes

Make it so that we can find you

In our imagination, a magic eye

In the photo under, we look like a gunfighter

Modeled after Autry

Maybe Annie O

And we can trick-shoot bottles

And everyone aims slow

Oh, c’mon, be a gunfighter, baby

With you

We could be a gunfighter

For always

We could be a gunfighter

Oh, oh, ooh

We could be a gunfighter