If
it's not those
cowboy boots in the
summer
oh my gawd, i pray for
another
chance to drive down back
highways
so i stumble upon your beautiful face
your presence isnt what kills
me
its that artistic gleam
thats taken over my
scenery
dream by dream
you might think im
incapable
of loving a soul like
yours
you might think im a fool
**for
you**