I don't know why I act the way I do
Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
At where this road I'm heading down might lead
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

Girl I know there's times you must have thought
There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through
I guess that's just the cowboy in you

We ride and never worry about the fall
I guess thats just the cowboy in us all GA_googleFillSlot("lyricsfreak-300x50-btf");

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I JUST DON'T KNOW IF I CAN CHANGE...

how do i just put it all in the past?

it really gets to me....................................................................

how could the deception, the secrets, the whole other life not matter now when it shows me that i really did not matter at all then?

(it makes me want to revert to those who have always told me like it is. i want to run into the arms of the one who i KNOW would never live like such. what have i done?)

perhaps all i gave up should've been my first choice. but then maybe the only person i REALLY know is myself.

it's too painful.

and i'm realizing my gut instinct wasn't too far off.

i've always told myself this was just the price i had to pay but i'm not so sure anymore... really, why should i?

what am i doing???

do you remember when we were just kids and cardboard boxes took us miles from what we were...

laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not.

the broken clock is a comfort - it helps me sleep tonight.

(maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time)

the hands of time have stopped moving but it's only just the beginning of the end.

(all i can taste is this moment and all i can breathe is your life)

but all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls brought me here...

(i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you.)

i know that i am the luckiest.

i was born the day you kissed me.

(you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be)

(what would you think of me now so lucky, so strong, so proud.)

i just want you to know who i am.

scars are souvenirs you never lose... the past is never far

...is it?

it's much too late for now to be like yesterday.

............

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...........here on 7th avenue i tip my old top hat to you.

i'm proud of my heritage...

more the people who radically shaped me than those in my geneological lineage.

i love facing the moments when all that i've become is so evidently a product of someone else's life entwining with mine in a way that will never be matched by another human being.

i just can't imagine being at this point in my life and having no one else who cared about me besides my family...

for that is often the fate of our generation who often interprets "living in the moment" as partying it up and doing what you want for yourself- as if that might somehow make you feel good and full and worthy of who knows what

"vanity, vanity, all is vanity."

                                    and i can't imagine not caring about anyone else. floating through life as if it were an erasable storyboard. as if the decisions made wouldn't affect the future. so flippant. indulgent.

no, i'm very thankful for my investors. i wouldn't trade places with ANYONE.