You’ve got a lot of growing up to do   You don’t even have a choice   You burn miles of Pavement on one CD and you’re   Startin’ to like the singer’s voice         Reach out your arm and ash your cigarette   Ask the rear-view how you look   You got 16,000 dials on your dashboard   But not one of ‘em really works         I’ve got some explaining to do   You’ve got a lot   You’ve pulled that gun on me before   But this is the first time that you shot   “The chamber’s empty,” you said   Well I guess you lied   I only got hurt this time because I didn’t   Go run and hide         Slowly put on your crumpled uniform   Don’t know the time but you know you’re late   You wear a badly sketched-in smile where your frown should be   And you don’t even hesitate         I’ve got some explaining to do   You’ve got a lot   You’ve pulled that gun on me before   But this is the first time that you shot   “The chamber’s empty,” you said   Well I guess you lied   I only got hurt this time because I didn’t   Go run and hide