The Cowboy on the Road

I can’t take that back.
Look in my eyes and tell me what you see—
Is it love, is it a deep forsaken dream,
The rust falling at our feet?

Angry, vicious daughter,
Smoky afternoon.
Soon utopia will be gone,
And your wings will be too.

Risen or lurking,
A path, a myth, the sun.
A sympathy of a man
Whose never seen a sinking light.
 
Look into my soul and tell me what you see—
Is it life, is it a cowboy on the road?
I think I see him too.

A heinous golden star
Pushing through the sand,
A loop, a look, the moon,
A sing-song bird, featherless,
And acting too much like you.

Look into my face and tell me what you see—
Is it beauty, is it an angry, vicious daughter?
Think again,
Or never speak again.

Is it lovely, or a double-mirrored ghost?
Monday will be January,
Summer will be a week,
And the cowboy on the road
Will burn beneath my skin.

Look for me and tell me where you are—
Is it a place, is it an endless walk to Neverland?
Shower me in fairy dust,
I will be easier to find.

I want this autumn to be be ours,
The wind to feel like home.
I know this cowboy will be mine,
For I have always been,
The ashes of his fire,
His cowgirl on the road.