Butch and the Kid

Sometimes I wish that Butch and the Kid Had never left the old neighborhood Or if they did, they got clean away you know As if the banks in Bolivia were really made of gold And that final hail of bullets was only raindrops Falling on their heads I wish that you and I could just fade away Like Paul Newman and Robert Redford Next to that last frame in the final scene Leaving someone behind us like your mother or Catherine Ross Who would never cry Then years later, we could come back and do it all again Only better the next time