The Kind

Tell me a story about a fellow with a crazy dream

Everybody tells him that it won't amount to anything

He fires the shot heard around the world, wins the prize and he gets the girl

That's the kind of story I like, the kind that makes you think

Sing me a song about a cowboy with an aching heart

Riding along the lonesome prairie, 'bout to fall apart

And every time them doggies moan, he doesn't feel so all alone

That's the kind of song I like, the kind that breaks your heart

Paint me a picture of a girl with a secret smile

Looking back at you across the years through ancient eyes

You're standing there like an open door, 'cause she's seen it all before

That's the kind of picture I like, the kind that makes you sigh