Calvary Court (Piano Version)

I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you
There's safer ways to do this
I'm sure that something else will end up coming through
You're still in your uniform, I just had an interview
Man, we're still not bulletproof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you

If I were you, I'd stay out of the wilderness
I'm serious, it feels good, but it doesn't last
Out there in the wild west, these bullet holes are dangerous
These days, they just shoot so fast
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, deer and the antelope
Cowboys and bad guys still holding up stagecoaches
Wind in the hills, and the bills in the envelopes
I'm not sure I can handle another stupid story
About the angels looking out for you
Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in?
You were shaking in the waiting room
The doctor's in the holding pen, the chemist disappeared again
Man, we're still not bulletproof
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you

Where were all your friends when the pigs came rushing in
And you were shaking in the waiting room?
Out here on the frontage roads banging on the telephone
Shooting through the later afternoon
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow-motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, the girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness and Denver at dawn
The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stagecoaches
Wind in the hills and the bills in the envelopes
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you
I wouldn't go down to Calvary Court, if I were you

The headlights, the stoplights, the sirens, the smoke
Rifles and raincoats, the deer and the antelope
The cowboys and bad guys still holding up stagecoaches
Wind through the hills, bills in the envelopes
The flickering glory, the friends that are gone
Slow-motion destruction, time marching on
The fleeting romantics, girls in the songs
The speed and the stillness, Denver at dawn