Cowboys

The wires dream
 about swallows in the spring
 I dreamed about my childhood
 surrounded by dead things
 Awakened by the humming
 that 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 lonley 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 lonley year in this room
 And I will not ignore you like before
 my January promises are more
 than words softly spoken