As the sun sets and you let go. And my dreams go that way too. And I watch the silhouettes flow out of clear view. . We can do this thing right. Fix what went wrong.
I learned back when I was six. Teachin' my stick horse to do tricks. Puttin' on a backyard rodeo. If I'd make him buck, hoop and holler. Grandma'd laugh and give me a dollar.
We had never planned to go so far. And there was a fire that night in the dark. And as her hand reached out to mine. It was a feeling like the very first time.