cowboy

the way i feel about him, no one understands
his wind-blown hair and sun-burned hands

at dusk my dusty cowboy went riding
into sunsets and out of hiding
and i'm ok, but i'll never feel this way
again

he played the hero to my damsel in distress
but rescue ain't a cure for this kind of loneliness

at dusk my dusty cowboy went riding
into sunsets and out of hiding
and i'm ok, but i'll never feel this way
again

a quick roll in the hay then he pulled on his boots and rode away
without saying goodnight, without waving goodbye, without saving my life
at dusk

at dusk, my dusty cowboy went riding
into sunsets and out of hiding
and i'm ok, but i'll never feel this way
again