Digital Cowboy

Lord knows I’ve tried
But I keep looking into
Your empty eyes

Don’t take for granted
I’ll be lyin’ here
When the morning comes

If there’s still a chance
Tell me now…

But don’t think I’ll be waitin’ ’round
While you treat my love
Like it’s all a dime a dozen
You don’t feel the pain
Baby, you’re the lucky one

Every day and night
I keep wondering
Should I just tear out these pages
Can’t you see it, girl?
You’re the lucky one

Who have you been lyin’ to?
Is it me baby?
Or is it you?

How long would you trust
Before your Lady Luck
Gives you up?

Any truth to your promises
Washed away before the war began?

If there’s still a chance
Tell me now…

But don’t think I’ll be waitin’ ’round
While you treat my love
Like it’s all a dime a dozen
You don’t feel the pain
Baby, you’re the lucky one

Maybe it’s true nothing lasts forever
So they say. So sad.
Baby without your love
No sun would rise again
But girl these open arms are gettin’ tired
Pretty soon I’m gonna walk away

No you don’t feel the pain
Baby you’re the lucky one
And don’t think I’ll be waitin’ ’round
While you treat my love
Like it’s all a dime a dozen
Can’t you see it, girl?
You’re the lucky one
You’re the lucky one

Every day and night
I keep wonderin’
Should I just tear out these pages
Can’t you see it, girl?
It’s you
Yeah, you’re the lucky one

Just to clarify, I’m not nearly as weak and pathetic as the guy in the tune. My “open arms” never get tired and my sun rises brighter every day, with or without you. But my pain isn’t my own and I never get used to the empty eyes. You hurt, I hurt.

As Wyatt Earp once said, “That’s the damnable misery of it.” I don’t think there is any “lucky one” in our story.

It’s a new year soon, 2006 was very good to me and 2007 will be better. The girls and I have a good life that just keeps getting better. They and I wish you were here to enjoy it with us. The door’s always open. There’s nothing but love here. It’ll all be easy after you make the decision.

Ring, robe, fatted calf.