I am an antelope running from the hunter's gun Knocking the trees down and hurling through wires I run And if I had known better, I could have prevented this If I had known better to leave And you were so lost in your mind, you've accepted this Because you didn't know where I'd be I think my suitcase will fit in the passenger seat But this tired little antelope is barely alive And inside of me But the fires will not hurt me, my skin's made of leather Been waiting on someone to meet And I've been trying so hard to put this back together So tie me to you with a string I open my eyes and I find that my hooves have been caught A bullet in me that has found its way up to my heart And my wounds they are growing, I'm not who I thought I was Blood pouring from me like rain And in the cold distance, the hunter approaches me And he puts a gun to my head