Bullets - Fred Eaglesmith

Trains don’t cry

And bullets don’t sing

A broken heart ain’t worth anything

Even a bird of prey lets out some kind of scream

I would have never done to you what you done to me Fifty odd dollars and some dry alcohol

Stand on the stairway, against the wall

Even a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can’t believe

I would have never done to you what you done to me Lies on your table

Lies in your eyes

Lies in your face

Lies in your smile

Trains only leave

And bullets just scream

I would have never done to you what you done to me

I would have never done to you whaty ou done to me

I would have never done to you what you done to me