green cowgirl

you're a horse of course

and you're racing by

i'm swinging these strings to get you

but you're far to sly

this red mahogany

is the saddle that you've thrown off

i'm alone in the dust

you kicked up trying not to cough

'cause i'm a green cowgirl

trying to lasso you in

with these six strings

i'm all caught up in

i scream words to beckon you

but no words can capture you

i'm choking on nothing

my words are too thin and too few

all this crying and still

no song inside can capture the white

i can't see through the blue of me

under this lone desert sky

'cause i'm a green cowgirl

trying to lasso you in

with these six strings

i'm all caught up in

maybe i should try to tie up something new

you're to wild

but i know you're the host

with the most crazy brain child