Cowboys
Counting Crows - 《Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings》
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand
And some promises to keep
Who wanted to change the world
It's all headlights and vapour trails
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
So come on come on come on
This is a list of what I should have been
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
As his fingertips slid down your neck
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
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 I can feel"
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the arms of anyone
So come on come on come on
This is a list of what I should have been
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
As his fingers are unzipping your dress
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Everyone's in bed tonight
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me like 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 welcome me
Because I believe oh I believe
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
So come on come on come on
This is a list of what I should have been
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 oh I I will make you look at me