shoot the moon hit the stars send my love running down the boulevard hang my heart up on that line let it beat til it runs dry til it runs dry hot as hell cold as ice this ferris wheel that we call life with a past i could erase but i ll serve it up on a silver plate on a silver plate hang my heart up on that line let it beat til it runs dry til it runs dry in this world we all fall down like a pack of wolves in a dusty town and we draw fast when the killing s done always too late better on the run better on the run hang my heart up on that line let it beat til it runs dry hang my heart up on that line let it beat til it runs dry til it runs dry