Cowboy

Baby, baby, baby, it's plain to see
That I get star-struck in your company
It's taken a year but you don't understand
How it makes me feel when I hold your hand

Tell me, tell me, tell me now if it's true
A change of pace would give me such certitude
I'm getting restless but pay me no mind
Too much time thinking, get left behind

I'm moseying on, hope to see you again
I will be back but I do not know when
Hope to see you in Paris, New York, or the Bay
But getting your hopes up is a dangerous game

When the day is done and I'm feeling gray
My baby calls me cowboy, I hesitate
So I saddle up and then ride away
High-tailing it back to East LA

You're moseying on now and I've lost a friend
No longer your cowboy, but let me pretend
Hope to see you in Paris, New York, or the Bay
But getting your hopes up is a dangerous game