I hold my hand above your head

To say

I wont go anywhere but here

You said

The sound of your voice a constant rejoice

Everything's in its place

And I've run out of space

For your love

And I'm feeling lost oh yeah

If he comes around I'm laying it down

I'll make it quick he wont make a sound

My 44 is ready to pound

He cant get back for another round

And when that feeling comes around

I think ill pack my things and get up out of this small town and

Go somewhere where I can be found

Where people can discover my sound

Try to stop me and figure out

if you get in my way ill make you hell-bound

If he comes around I'm laying it down

I'll make it quick he wont make a sound

My 44 is ready to pound

He cant get back for another round