Reason to Hide

I'm starting to feel like some kind of target

Maybe the next

I'm beginning to think we should get under cover

Looks like a mess

I'm not Job, and neither are you

But between us we could probably find

A reason to hide

I like the way you handle the curves

And I'd like to see you keep the wheel

But something your sister said to both of us

Stuck with me like a bottom deal

Don't know if you remember, it was pretty late

We were sitting in the last light, waiting for the porch light

She was looking straight ahead

She said, "I'm starting to feel like some kind of target

Maybe the next

I'm beginning to think we should get under cover

Looks like a mess

I'm not Job, and neither are you

But between us we could probably find

A reason to hide"