Bullets through a window ...  "Bonnie and  Clyde"

Caught up again
this time misery loves company
driving beneath the moons subtle glow
over the rocky roads we travel
keeping just on the out skirts
below suspicions let our memory slip from the for ground
untill that moment when the timing is just right
we'll leave our names etched on the wall of infamy
the dying art of hell or high water
with us will reach the mark
can only lower from here
next to bending brooks of restless tryumphs
that weaping tree will hold our heart carving
initialed with our love drunk intentions
but that arrow we put through it might just be our true outcome
gunned down on that fatefull day
no were to turn our lucks gone dry
had our run we'll go down in a blaze of glory
lost in the chaos blending with the sound of that old flathead motor
these bloody endearments will read in headlines for weeks
hell........made our names echo louder then dillinger for a day
can still hear those brownings tearing through that plate of glass
framing our dying embers
no chance in hell we'll make it out of this one alive
just take my hand we'll ride it out together
amidst the lingering gun smoke
pouring out of that bullet riddled ford
still in gear trying to pull us as far as it can go
just common folks with dreams bigger then ourselves
taking the world by storm in this gloomy depression
wouldnt have it any other way
cuz the short time we had was worth more then an eternity of cold tomorows without your touch
set our sights on aimless journeys ...with meager conquests
made famous by our hearts
engulfed the world watched it burn in our rearview mirror
my arm across your shoulders .... your head on my chest
one hand on the wheel ..riding off into the sunset
living like theres no tomorrow
had them hanging on a thred  wouldent change a thing
even if they were only moments of weightlessness
partners in crime  Bonnie and Clyde
going down in a blaze of glory
legends whos names will forever be carved into stone
tragically lost to the centurys
more to there story then whats here on the surface
only hidden from view
leaves and dirt are thrown over it