Cowboys & Indians

I thought that I saw you in the last train

With a plastic white fork in your hand

Your teeth, your elbows, your shoulders

Your mouth and your eyes

You saw me standing on a platform

One second with 24 frames

I was gone with the last letter of your name

When we were looking

Looking at the sky

When we were cowboys and indians

Waving goodbye

My dream fell into pieces

It's so difficult to paint a horse

And your sister said

"There's no Wild West"

That's when I needed

I needed more time

When we were cowboys and indians

Waiting in line

When we were looking

Looking at the sky

When we were cowboys and indians

Waving goodbye

"Hope is a strange invention", Emily said

And words come down like rain

On our head