I tried to convince you that you're okay
But you were never okay, aren't you?
And I tried to convince you you're thinking straight
But you're all over the place, aren't you?
Well long ago there was this Shepard who would
Convince himself to roam to make him feel alive
And when he reached the ocean he knew he couldn't turn back
And cast all of his sheep out to die
So if something big compels you to drop all of your things
And then chain your mind to your own desire
Careful who comes with you and careful who you're leaving
You might just burn them in your own fire
So,
Holy shot, pick your shot to throw at me
Holy shot pick the way you want me to leave
Holy shot pick the way you want me to burn
And will the path to your god make you bleed or hurt
Make you bleed or hurt
And you left these crystal clear rivers
For gold hills and dragon and sycamore
And you left these crystal clear rivers
For golden hills with dragon and sycamore
Holy shot, pick your shot to throw at me
Holy shot pick the way you want me to leave
Holy shot pick the way you want me to burn
And will the path to your god make you bleed or hurt
Holy shot, pick your shot to throw at me
Holy shot pick the way you want me to leave
Holy shot pick the way you want me to burn
And will the path to your god make you bleed or