He did not see it coming, Lord it shot out of the blue
That old silver bullet it travels straight and true
He did not see the signpost it skidded out of control
That old silver bullet it just dropped him cold
But I guess that's what happens in the dimness of the dawn
Tipping back the bottle until the whiskey's gone

He did not see the sorrow it was written on her face
That old silver bullet it rarely leaves a trace
He did not hear the whistle or the bomb drop yesterday
That old silver bullet it don't give you time to pray

But I guess that's what happens in the dimness of the dawn
Tipping back the bottle until the whiskey's gone

But I guess that's what happens in the dimness of the dawn
Tipping back the bottle until the whiskey's gone
Yeah I guess that's what happens in the eye of the storm
When you're blinded by love and spent till it's all gone