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