My Morning Jacket - Smokin' From Shootin' lyrics
[My Morning Jacket - Smokin' From Shootin' lyrics]
Have you had enough excitement now?
More than you ever did?
You never wanted to be treated like a woman
You maintained you was just a kid
Well, at least you were of age, my dear
These days, kids, they grow so fast
You never wanted to be
Committed to the present
You're too busy living in the past, oh, no
Who then was your savior?
Who then was your friend?
Who is now committed to the present?
Is it someone that exists?
What is life in God?
A perfect vision of the self?
I always thought we was
A-dealing with one thing
Now, we are dealing with something else, oh
Do you see my smokin' guns?
They're smokin' from a-shootin'
Smokin' from shootin'
Smokin' from shootin' at nothing, dear
Do you live your life on the run?
Yeah, losing out on loving
Asking for nothing
Running from something that isn't there, oh
Who makes my decisions?
Who reads all your thoughts?
What makes us how we are?
Faith can't prove what science won't resolve
Kumbaya, my Lord c'mon, row your boat ashore
The river's long, it is cold
It chills the body but not the soul, oh
Distance: Coming or going? c'mon
What are you waiting for?
Distance: Growing or closing in on? Anyway?
More than you ever did?
You never wanted to be treated like a woman
You maintained you was just a kid
Well, at least you were of age, my dear
These days, kids, they grow so fast
You never wanted to be
Committed to the present
You're too busy living in the past, oh, no
Who then was your savior?
Who then was your friend?
Who is now committed to the present?
Is it someone that exists?
What is life in God?
A perfect vision of the self?
I always thought we was
A-dealing with one thing
Now, we are dealing with something else, oh
Do you see my smokin' guns?
They're smokin' from a-shootin'
Smokin' from shootin'
Smokin' from shootin' at nothing, dear
Do you live your life on the run?
Yeah, losing out on loving
Asking for nothing
Running from something that isn't there, oh
Who makes my decisions?
Who reads all your thoughts?
What makes us how we are?
Faith can't prove what science won't resolve
Kumbaya, my Lord c'mon, row your boat ashore
The river's long, it is cold
It chills the body but not the soul, oh
Distance: Coming or going? c'mon
What are you waiting for?
Distance: Growing or closing in on? Anyway?