I cannot be depended on to lie here
And casually watch as you go waltzin' by
I've been shook so bad that I cannot stand
To utilize my fear.

So I gotta crawl after you
Tell you who I am
I was raised by a tribe of Vegas cowboys
Who claim I was born of a union
Of dust and wind
And when I came of age
Well I sailed away
A pine cone on the Rio Grande.

Now I gotta crawl after you
Tell you who I am
And today is the day I caught up with you
I see you walkin' by the Cafe Moon ?
Well should I stay here on this bus stop bench
So strange to see you after all these years
So I cannot depended on to lie here
And casually watch as you go waltzin' by
I been shook so bad that I cannot stand
To utilize my fear

So I gotta crawl after you
Tell you who I am

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Writer(s): Matthew Stephen Ward