Jens Lekman
Cowboy Boots
You know the thing when you have the same dreamSeven hundred thirty night sin and lawAnd when you think your dream is tryin' to tell you somethingAnd you say time you something I don't already knowJust pour me a drink so I can refuseTo raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoesIn my next dream I want a pair of cowboy bootsThe kind that walks the straight out stand out most looseAnywhere but back to youHere we are down the same old streetsHere we are when nothing to sayYour little hand turned out make it into hersBut she puts it in the pocket and looks awayI keep my eys on the sidewalkSomething flippable like I dieI wanna know how you forgive someoneSomeone you forgive and so many times
From Letras Mania