I could've been a rhinestone cowboy
had I only had the boots to keep me walkin'.
I dreamt that bright lights would guide my way
to somewhere more spectacular
and to someone who knew the words
and had seen what I saw.
I used to believe in anything
I thought would keep me flyin' high.
Now I keep those boots flat, firm
straight and tall.
When you're up they'll pull you down, and down you'll go.
When you're down it's only you
dusting off the rhinestones
patting down your dreams.
No longer blinded by that light
- see who's stood right there
with a smile and a hand.
We don't have to fly, dear.
Not when we can link and do-si-do,
travellin' this trail, together
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