Birdcages
and Bad Rivers
Mystic
Cowboys
That
last time I saw her
She
was salty as the ocean
That framed
her in a blue silhouette
I
should not have told him cause he’d been flying low
Searching
for ways to forget
Cause
when he talks about her he trembles as he smiles
He’s
been picking up those frequent flyer miles
The
way a swimsuit fits against a woman when she’s wet
Dances
through my lonely dreams at night
And
only lines of misery waltz across his forehead
As
her memory came back in to sight
Cause
when he talks about her he trembles as he smiles
He’s
been picking up those frequent flyer miles
He’s
flying at those same parties
Where
she led him away
Put
a rainbow in his life
Now
his flying colors are mostly blues and grey
I
do believe he’ll put his landing gear down
When
he tires of flying so low
As
he nears touch down we’ll see his true colors
And identify
the guy we used to know
When
he talks about her he trembles as he smiles
He’s
been picking up those frequent flyer miles
He’s
been picking up those frequent flyer miles