I'm not asking you to resize your fingers
so you can wear my sapphire ring
The weather vane won‘t turn, the dry spell lingers
Your bag is packed but you can't find your wings
I'm praying saying less means you might say “yes”
Kathryn, your eyes are a storm I can't get through
When Jamie gets back with the fixed Cadillac
Will you tell him to push on without you?
This rodeo, where's it gonna go?
If you ride out with me, we won't need to cross the double line
Rodeo clowns bring you smiles, that's not happiness
Peek inside my dreams, on my own I can't make heaven mine
In the shadow of your balcony I'm marking time until you say “yes”
It's ninety-nine in the shade
This rodeo, where's it gonna go?