BLUNDERBUSS

I believe that someone will take me home tonight,
and I believe that someone is you. 
You’re someone I can trust, 
or at least that’s what you want me to believe.
So trust in you I will.

I hold onto your shoulder, 
you lead me through a menagerie of life
and the loudest place on Earth.
You guide me through the hallways. 
The flashing lights and warning signs ignite
as we reach the open door.

Isn’t it a wonder, we put our faith in a stranger’s face,
hoping that they might be our fire escape?
Just hope it’s not a blunderbuss pointed at our face.
We’re all looking for someone to hold. 

The lines are getting blurry, 
somewhere between what I want and I need,
and I’m not so sure it’s this.
You say, “don’t be in a hurry, 
we’ve got all night and you’ve got your life to find 
someone to set you free.”

Isn’t it a wonder, we put our faith in a stranger’s face,
hoping that they might be our fire escape?
Just hope it’s not a blunderbuss pointed at our face.
We’re all looking for someone to hold. 

Isn’t it a wonder, we put our faith in a stranger’s face,
hoping that they might be our fire escape?
Just hope it’s not a blunderbuss pointed at our face.
We’re all looking for someone to hold.