You where in my dream last night
Like every night since two years ago
I think my dream is trying to tell my 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 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 looks away
I keep my eyes on the sidewalk
For something flippable like a dime
I wanna 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 straights and most narrow route
Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you