Cowboy

I can't get rid of doubt Why the drinks make us talk so loud Coffee in a wedding gown Why I feel better with five of me around My soul lives in my throat Wine and riddles make me start to choke I'll make a note How to act in my sunday clothes In a room Full of air Waiting for Nothing there Decline Mutineer And put your hat back on cowboy Turn the faucet Drink it in Blurry vision as I start to spin But in the mirror there's a little grin As if right now the world was listening I'm a bad loser And a worse winner But I keep on cruising and getting limber There's a light up north Caught you pacing back and forth I hope someday that you can make a choice That I can follow But that's a statement that I don't trust There's not a country that's big Enough For us Every sentence is a little fuss It's a parachute for pizza crust In a room Full of air Waiting to disappear