Из альбома: Comfort in the Curves
Well, there he sits huddled by his fire
Dreaming his dreams that he's dreamed before
Just watching those sparks drifting up to heaven
And watching his hopes drift away like smoke
Just look at those sparks drifting up to heaven
Seeking a place among the stars
Do you think sparks dream of being stars
And if they do, do they know they're fools
He drifted to town some years ago with the first fall snow
He spoke of the circuit and all the bulls that he'd rode
But the bulls had outdone him and all he'd wound up with
Were broke bones and handfuls of dirt
And if you'd had his dreams you'd know how that must have hurt
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams
He's tall in his tales where he was quicker than most
And if you had know him then you'd know he's not one to boast
Just look how he walks when he sees a lady
Straightens right up, tips a hat to those near
And look at the kids ten steps behind him
Whispering things they think he can't hear
But if you could see his eyes you'd know he damned well hears
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams
He's long in the tooth; he's bent frail and fragile
But if you had know him then you'd know he might speak the truth
We've all have our dreams that we carry around
Some dreams go with us right into the ground
Sparks turns to ashes; cowboys meet their matches
And the quickest they don't always win
But dreaming's your first step and one steps where journeys begin
So just let us be broke down old cowboys
Just let us dream our worn out old dreams
We're tall in our tales where we were so damned much quicker than most
And if you had know us then you'd know we're not the type of people who boast