You were in my dream last night Like every night since 2 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 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 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 route
