Catch 22 - Point The Blame
No remorse. We've got no time to look back. The cop is on our trail and we're driving in a Topaz. Stuck in no-man's land, between the body and mind. "Drop your gun!... Put your hands behind your head!" Turn around, pop a clip, hit him in his chest. Home free, and we're headed for the border. Spending time in Mexico, Tijuana. Drown our shame then start our lives again, in California. [CHORUS] Next thing I know, I'm all alone in a motel. No explanation, no letter goodbye. I can't promise much, but I do promise this. I promise to find you. So I can remind you. I loved you and for us I shot him down.