Busted guy in Livingston, looks like its fall again
Watching a cold front pick up steam
Riding high up on my horse, and it's Ketamine
A wind of a thousand knives, cuts through like a thousand lies
Ones only a cowboy could tell
Is this actual Paradise, or is it just a bitch from hell
And all my poems will be about you, if I can make it to the spring
I'm a heartsick fool without you, pretending to be free
Like a paint horse painted only blue, like a mule afraid of fleas
As hard as I try to be, this country's just not cut out for me
You can't break a broken man with a round pen and a Houlihan
And a good horse don't need your appaulse
If you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all
IF you're in love with everything, you'll be crushed by the beauty of it all