Intro: You showed me your gun Doesn?t that mean anything anymore? Now the west is won And it's over or has it just begun? We didn?t get to fire it Emptied out the bullets on the bed between us I found out the truth Every saturday afternoon Sitting on your couch With the TV set and a cigarette I tried not to crumble But I folded in the final seconds like I always do Now I'm on your floor Between the _ and the stereo Maybe you don't know What I think about when I'm all alone Didn?t get to fire it Emptied out the bullets on the bed between us