Foot on the brake
Getting ready to floor it
Make a move, Make a move
Adrenaline flowing in a torrent

Hand on your belt
That holds the cartridge clip
You have prepared yourself to be ready
For someone to slip

You didn't shut the door
This is a bad part of town
So I make a plan in my mind
In case something were to go down

I would floor it away
Possibly leaving you behind
Saving everyone else with me
But I know you would be fine

You help him inside
He's the only reason you're there
He can't help where he lives
You can't help that you care

He takes his time
Against my dismay
My feet are tapping, frantically searching
For bullets to ricochet

But you finally return to the car
After an eternity it seems
And I speed away instantly
Because this has terrified me

As I am returning to my safe home
I look up to the moon
And wonder if it looks the same
From his living room