With a Gun

One jug too many of cheap white chablis And the ghosts of her past lives all shouting with glee She staggers downstairs in her black negligee Thinks that the voices have come here to stay She pirouettes madly and shakes her head sadly Then sits down and picks up the gun Memories of childhood through echoing walls Bookends and buttons and broken down dolls Time fades all colors old thoughts are deceiving Kaleidoscope visions have got her believing She'll pull it together it won't take forever She knows she can point with a gun Don't tell her that stories of glass can't be broken Don't tell her that some tales are best left unspoken Forgiveness and violence are familiar old friends You don't live in peace 'cause that's not how the play ends Won't you sit by the fire don't hang from a wire Take a deep breath and put down that gun We'll listen all night to you put up a fight for you If you'll just stop and put down that gun