I Want A Pair Of Cowboy Boots

You were in my dream last night

Like every night since 2 years ago

I think my dream is trying to tell me something

And I say tell me something I don't already know

Just buy me a drink

So I can refuse

To raise my glass to these sad

And worn out midnight shoes

In my next dream

I want a pair of cowboy boots

The kind that walks

The straightest and the most narrow route

Anywhere but back to you

Here we are down the same old street

Here we are with nothing to say

My little hand trying to make it into yours

But you put it in your pocket and look away

I keep my eyes on the sidewalk

For something flippable like a dime

I want to know how you forgive someone

Someone you've forgiven so many times

Just buy me a drink

So I can refuse

To raise my glass to these sad

And worn out midnight shoes

In my next dream

I want a pair of cowboy boots

The kind that walks

The straightest and the most narrow route

Anywhere but back to you

Anywhere but back to you

Anywhere but back to you

Anywhere but back to you