Cowboys from Once, Again by Lucy Bates-Campbell

What are days for, what are nights for
Don't want to work when I can play
Don't want to play I have no work

What is it I’m looking for
What is it I’m looking for
Don’t seem to love all that is good
Don't seem to want you like I should

But every night in my dreams It’s still you I see
Yes, every night in my dreams It’s still you I see

I always make you wait
I always make you wait
You are the rock, I’m the hard place
You always turn the other face

Am I the firefly or the jar
Am I the pull, Am I the start
Our winter seeds deep in the soil
I am the pot that never boiled

But every night in my dreams It’s still you I see
When I awake though, I’m tormented by fantasies

What is it I’m looking for
What is it I’m looking for
Don’t seem to love all that is good
Don't seem to want you like I should

Cowboys don’t sing these songs
Cowboys don’t sing these songs
Out in the night they have no fear
I am the headlight, I am the deer

• Folk
• acoustic
• poetry
• spoken word
• Northampton