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Cowboys Lyrics

Cowboys on the road tonight,
Crying in their sleep,
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand,
And some promises to keep,
Who wanted to change the world,
What's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapor trails,
And Circle K killers.

And I know I could look at anyone but you now,
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now,
So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now,
Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now.

This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not,
This is a list of the things that I should have seen,
But I'm not seeing the look in your eyes,
As his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver,
I'm just turning away from where I should have been,
Because I am not anything, oh anything, oh.

The president's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep,
'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers,
And I believe she loves you,
'Cause you never make her feel like anything,
She said I wouldn't feel a thing,
But I can feel, oh I can feel.

And I know I could look at anyone but you now,
I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now, now, now, now,
So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now,
Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now.

This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not,
This is a list of the things that I should have seen,
But I am not seeing the look in your eyes,
As his finger's unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver,
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see,
Because I am not anything, oh anything, no.

Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep,
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows,
She says she doesn't love me like she's acting,
But it's as if she isn't talking,
'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding,
On the front row while she's speaking,
I said come on all you cowboys,
All you blue-eyed baby boys,
Oh, come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer,
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory,
And Sunday comes to gather me,
Into the arms of god who'll welcome me,
Because I believe, oh I believe.

And I know I could look at anyone but you now,
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now,
So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now,
Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now.

This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not,
This is a list of the things that I should have seen,
But I'm not seeing you look at me,
So please won't you look at me?
'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me,
Oh I will make you look at me,
Or I am not anything,
Oh anything, no no no, no no no.

Songwriter(s): Charles Gillingham, Adam Duritz, Daniel Vickrey, David Bryson, James Bogios, Millard Powers, David Immergluck
Copyright: Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Jones Falls Music
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