Cowboys

The wires dream About swallows in the spring I dreamed about my childhood Surrounded by dead things Awakened by the humming That the machines make when they sleep At least I woke up smiling So glad I had a dream She is waving out of the window Her smile as red as a wound And my quiet heart goes to pieces It's been a lonely year in this room And I will not ignore you like before My January promises are more Than words softly spoken I'm filming now Obsessed with how I look And everything I told you Was stolen from a book I read something about kisses in a science magazine Something they can't capture in the sweetest movie scene She is waving out of the window Her smile as red as a wound And my quiet heart goes to pieces It's been a lonely year in this room And I will not ignore you like before My January promises are more Than words softly spoken