Yawning

6 a.m. a man stood up beside the bed his head all wet
From a dream he had before
Recapitulating, concentrating he killed his love
In her sleep oh no
Looking out the bedroom window, some lights shining,
Catches his eyes
Out there at the gasstation some men pay no attention
He's looking outside, too

Through his binoculars he sees two men throwing a body
From the back of their pick- up truck
She lay's down in a pool of blood,
Not movin' at all on the stone cold ground..

Yawning, he's yawning

Honey I had a bad dream,
like nothing I ever seen

"please david, would you mind and go back to sleep again"

A 22 caliber gun, he keeps in his locker
A 22 caliber gun, fitting perfectly...
...in this little drawer