Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go
She's a wild rose waiting on me at the end of the road
Between the water tower and the power lines
We're a cloud of dust once I get her buckled in my pickup truck
She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack
A Hollywood looker in a John Deere cap
Riding with him in the wide open
Cheyenne wind, no fences can hold 'em
Ropin' her dreams, Texas and smoke in his voice
Motorcycles, turbo Porches
Sailboats, Rolls Royces
Monday morning... hesitate, I can't get out of bed
I'd rather go back to the dreams I'm living in my head
Tuesday evening... pack my bags, I'm heading out the door
I left a box of memories lying on the floor
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