Lost sight, looking for a way outnIt's a good time, to get your head togethernOh, bloodshot, don't wanna see you washed upnIn a hotel, I'll come up and check you outnThis is the call, wake up boy, you're on your ownnGet out your guns, little outlaw on the runnnYou feel that you wouldn't take a fallnOh, she said you used to be a heart breakernThere is no fun, sleeping with a shotgunnWith your head back, you look to meet your maker, makernThis is the call, wake up boy, you're on your ownnGet out your guns, little outlaw on the runnnWhen you're rattled and coldnStoned, you can't feel it allnSo don't throw it all awaynCause you never get it backnnLost love, I'm a great adventurenOh, so pick it up and put it back togethernWhen you're knocked down, it's hard to understandnWhen opportunity is holding out her handnThis is the call, wake up boy, you're on your ownnGet out your guns, little outlaw on the runnThis is the call to arms, wake up boy, you're on your ownnGet out your guns, little outlaw on the run