6 a.m. a man stood up beside the bed his head all wet 
From a dream he had before 
Recapitulating, concentrating he killed his love 
In her sleep oh no 
Looking out the bedroom window, some lights shining, 
Catches his eyes 
Out there at the gasstation some men pay no attention 
He's looking outside, too 

Through his binoculars he sees two men throwing a body 
From the back of their pick- up truck 
She lay's down in a pool of blood, 
Not movin' at all on the stone cold ground.. 

Yawning, he's yawning 

Honey I had a bad dream, 
like nothing I ever seen 

"please david, would you mind and go back to sleep again" 

A 22 caliber gun, he keeps in his locker 
A 22 caliber gun, fitting perfectly... 
...in this little drawer