Hired Gun - Chris Rea

Morning light meet the day

Nervous eyes look both ways

And it just wont matter, spring or fall

Theres bread to win and shots to call

And there aint nobody out there

Just a wild uncertainty

Its in your stride but it aint no fun

Sometimes I feel just like a hired gun

I feel just like a hired gun

Always on the run

And how it started, well you cant recall

Did someone push you, did someone stall

Whatever the reasons there was lots to learn

To get home safely and not get burned

And its all so cold and empty

As you watch the setting sun

Youve picked up every dirty trick

Just to keep yourself always on the run

And I feel just like a hired gun

Always on the run

I dream of comfort and friendship long

But I cant trust you or anyone

The scars still hurt me and I dont let them heal

Each ones a lesson, each ones a shield

And I may even love you dearly

And I loathe what I have to do You see Ive picked up every dirty trick

In my fear of you

cos you make me feel just like a hired gun

Always on the run