Passenger - Bullets

Well, he's been collecting since the age of nine
Every shiny bullet that he could find
Built himself a house with wooden floors,
Put a shiny bullets in the chest of drawers.

Well he's wife's long gone and the kids are grown
And trees they fall down on their own
Memories fade like an old slide show,
But the bullets still shine like coins in the snow.

One day he took himself in to the town
When the men with the truck well they came around
They took the television and the gun from the wall,
And almost every bullet from the chest of drawers.

Well he came back home found the house in a mess,
Ran in to the bedroom and the old brown chest,
Well he didn't care much for the vcr,
But he cried for the space where the bullets were.

Well the man took the truck down in to town,
And they sold all the silver they had found,
But they couldn't sell the bullets 'cose they weren't live rounds,
So they dug a big hole but the bullets in the ground.

Well he doesn't leave the house much anymore
'Cose the men are gonna come like they did before,
And he'll hold on to the three or four,
Bullets that they left in the chest of drawers.