Will I always be on the run, on the run?

And will I always be holding this smoking gun?

I thought I had put this thing to bed, I thought I had buried it six feet

I thought I had dug a ditch, said goodbye to it

I thought I had closed the doors, and sealed the windows up

I thought I had drove away, left that old place in the dust

Some things won’t let go, hey’re hiding in the shadows

I said that I had climbed the mountain up to higher ground

The blood and sweat and tears were proof upon my brow

The stars align some nights when the dark comes creeping in

You find yourself at times fleeing from what you’ve fled

Some things won’t let go They’re hiding in the shadows

Some things won’t let go They’re hiding in the shadows

They’re hiding in the shadows

They’re hiding in the shadows

They’re hiding in the shadows

And will I always be on the run, on the run?

And will I always be holding this smoking gun?

And will I always be on the run, on the run?

And will I always be holding this smoking gun?

Some things won’t let go, they’re hiding in the shadows

Some things won’t let go, they’re hiding in the shadows

Hiding in the shadows

They’re hiding in the shadows

And will I always be on the run, on the run?

And will I always be holding this smoking gun?

And will I always be on the run, on the run?

And will I always be holding this smoking gun?