Livin’ A Lie

He’s been livin’ a lie that’s been getting’him by

For most of his forty years.

That his dream’n some day he would get underway,

Rope’n and brand’n his steers.

His friends think he’s crazy, and probably too lazy

To be make’n his way as a hand.

But he knows in his heart that he’s right for the part.

A Cowboy will be his last stand.

But then now and again the fear will set in

‘Bout whether there’s still enough time.

Those lines that appear on his face make it clear

He’s a man that’s passing his prime.

Still he keeps the belief that time won’t play the thief

That steals what he’s long’n to find

Call it stubborn, call it pride, he won’t cast aside,

What’s been lurk’n there in his mind.

And he feels some regret watching another sun set

Heaven or Hell, what lies ahead?

So he pours a stiff drink and he tries not to think

That he’s hangin’ on by a thread.

And what keeps him alive and continue to thrive

Is the hope some day he’ll slide

On the back of his roan on a place of his own

And fate will grant him his ride.