James and the cold gun — текст песни (Kate Bush)

James, come on home.
You`ve been gone too long, baby.
We can`t let our hero
Die alone.

We miss you day and night.
You left town to live by the rifle.
You left us to fight,
But it just ain`t right to take away the light.

Remember Genie from the casino?
She`s still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
`Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They`re only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.

Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?

Where lies your heart?
It`s not there in the buckskin, baby.
It`s not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.

You`re a coward, James.
You`re running away from humanity.
You`re running away from reality.
It won`t be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.

Remember Genie from the casino?
She`s still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
`Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They`re only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.

Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?