Giving Up The Gun

Your swords grown old and rusty
Underneath the rising sun
Its locked up like a trophy
Foretting all the things its done
All though its been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
Now you're giving up the gun

When I was 17
I had wrists like steel
And I felt complete
And now my body fades
Behind my brass charade (?)
And I'm obsolete
But if the change remains
To see those better days
I go to canons now (?)
My ears are blown to bits
From all the rivalries
Still I crave that sound

Your swords grown old and rusty
Underneath the rising sun
Its locked up like a trophy
Foretting all the things its done
And though its been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
Now you're giving up the gun

I heard you play guitar
Down at a city bar
With (?)
You talk (?)
In a garbage style (?)
Used to save the night
You felt the coming wave
dont (?) be brave
You said you wouldn't flinch
But in the years that passed
Since I saw you last
You haven't moved an inch

Your swords grown old and rusty
Underneath the rising sun
Its locked up like a trophy
Foretting all the things its done
And though its been a long time
You're right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
Now you're giving up the gun
I see you shining your way
Go on go on go on