Saturday, 21 November 2015

I could


 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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