I cannot be depended on to lie here
And casually watch as you go waltzing by
I've been shook so bad that I cannot stand to utilize my feet
So I gotta crawl after you, tell you who I am

I was raised by a tribe of Vegas cowboys
Who claim I was born from a union of dust and wind
And when I came of age, well I sailed away, yep I'm gone, I'm in Rio Grande
Now I gotta crawl after you, tell you who I am

And today is the day I caught up with you
I see you walking by the cafe near
Well, should I stay here on this bus stop bench?
So strange to see you after all these years

So I cannot be depended on to lie here
And casually watch as you go waltzing by
I've been shook so bad that I cannot stand to utilize my feet
So I gotta crawl after you, tell you who I am