we’ve ridden beyond where we could safely touch down

I told you I needed you more and you wouldn’t even turn around.

The hot cowboy sees me coming to the grocery store doors and moves over for me, “after you.”

He’s been hard at work too, cowboy boots covered in mud and a twelve-pack. “Thank you.” I say smiling.

He’s done for me more in five seconds, than my lover of a thousand years has done for me in a thousand. For the hundredth time that week, I am reminded of my friend The Night’s words to me recently, “Beck, you gotta get rid of old dreams to make room for new ones.” I know he’s right.

And we’ve ridden beyond where we could safely touch down
And we’re out in the void, past where we could’ve had turned around
I tried my feet on the floor, tried to beat on the door
But it didn’t even make a sound.

I’ve had a good couple of weeks to sort out my sadness and accept my fate.

It’s easy to go, babe
It’s just an easy yes or no, babe
It’s just an easy way to throw away what we have
I don’t need a letter
I don’t need anybody better
I don’t need anybody ever, I never have

At least on this night, I’ll dream of the cowboy instead. I’m so tired of the same heartache again and again, brought on by the same misleading dream, which had no intention of ever manifesting itself, happy in the safety of its shadows.

But I stand in the yard and watch the evening come down
And I shuffle the cards when all the idiots come around
Hey, I told you before, I needed you more
But you didn’t even turn around
Got my heart open wide
But the city been shut down

It’s just like the rodeo cowboy used to say to me in his infinite cowboy wisdom, “BB, it ain’t what it ain’t.”

~Lyrics: Phosphorescent ‘Revelator’