I Want A Pair Of Cowboy Boots

You were in my dream last night
Like every night since two 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 routes
Anywhere but back to you
Here we are down the same old streets
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 routes
Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you