Cowboy John, 1944

You were still in Kingston; you told me
The same classic five stories
They never got old
Your soul never gets old

The house is full of people I think I recognize
We all look the same; Europeans Americanized
The food's getting cold
Too much food, we're getting old

I can hardly speak
I try, you gotta trust me
We got Cowboy John at sea

How can you still breathe?
It's all one bad dream
We got Cowboy John at sea

Why do I feel so blind when life's in front of my eyes
Take a step back, take it in, it's no surprise
It has gotten old
Has this gotten old?

Saw you less in the past 30 years than the last 30 days
Tell me what can I do, oh it's too late
No story left untold
No person left unconsoled

Is this what we are actually seeing?
Hallucinations and family
We got Cowboy John at sea

How can you still breathe?
It's all one bad dream
We got Cowboy John at sea

No one's breaking out
No one's breaking out
No one's breaking out
You're not breaking out

How can I still breathe?
Why can I still breathe?



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