Cowboy

The cowboy rides over the horizon
To never return.
With my Heart in his saddle bag,
and his Heart on that 8 second ride.

No one to stop him,
No one to say no.
I'm stuck on these prairies,
with only my guitar
and endless lands.

The horse he rides
runs with the wind
carrying him to his pain.
The money is great,
But I wish the pain could wait.