so it's cowboys in flying colors riding home



leave my tears alone it's too funny



it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray

(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)



ride by side down the road

and a she-wolf (my face one more square)

don't be afraid, it's my road once more alone



I can see them riding over the hills

cowboy hats are back in, this is the future, after the war

and I don't eat anymore, this is your future



it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray

(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)



side by side down the road

it's my road, once more alone



as a warm gun

thanking her (she makes me dangerous)

blood on our teeth



ready?