My baby got a job at the TSA 
All he ever does is watch planes fly away 
‘Cause since his lady left, 
He’s counting down the rest 
So my baby got a job at the TSA 

This life, this life’s a loaded gun 
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one 
But if it knew what it was hiding from 
Maybe it would run 

My baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon 
Circle talk’s just a whiskey walk from the truth 
Someone’s gotta help him down 
And then maybe back around 
But my baby goes to church every Wednesday afternoon 

This life, this life’s a loaded gun 
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one 
But if it knew what it was hiding from 
Maybe it would run 

Dared by a deadline 
White light goodbyes 
One more chance to leave or be left 

Now could be the right time 
But he's out on the sidelines 
Holding his own haunted breath 

This life, this life’s a loaded gun 
This heart, this heart’s a lonely one 
But if it knew what it was hiding from 
Maybe it would run 

My baby got a job at the TSA 
All he ever does is watch planes fly away