Son of a Gun

Some of us go our ways
Others don’t go far
All along look for something else
And do you remember what you did?
Something
You don’t know how it feels baby
Son of a gun
Darling he’s wearing me down
Oh he’s wearing me down
Well overgrown but was the only one
Before you know it you’re everyone else
Something
You don’t know how it feels baby
What are we doing?
We’re disappearing
God get me out of this town
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
(Oooh)
What are we doing?
We’re disappearing
God get me out of this town
There’s something out there
Made up of somewhere
Don’t leave me off where I’ll never be found
Get me out of this town
Son of a gun