Comfort me, said she, with your conversation
With the cocktails and the candlelight in your eyes
It's funny how we hunger for some inspiration
And everything else that money just won't buy

Men have lied, many good girls have gone astray
Just to hear the gypsy play one more lilting cowboy tune
And as the rivers run dry and the mountains blow away
They sing of lovers and how they lay beneath this crazy frontier moon

I ain't no golden boy and I ain't no Grecian dancer
And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy from the West
I'm not the kind of man with all the answers
But I surely know the songs that suit me best

But lately I've had something on my mind
It's growing stronger all the time calling out when I'm alone
But I'm a poet and I'm bound to walk the line
Between the real and the sublime and give the muses back their own

It's a penny for your thoughts, it's a dollar for you kisses
Keep a running tab on the time
'Cause what I've got the most of is what she misses
The clock is hers, the hourglass is mine

But I'm her lover, not a man bent on revenge
Hanging out here on the fringe of my native borderlands
Counting the days the sun shone golden across her head
Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge, kicking up some Southeast Texas sand