Her Cowboy

Her Cowboy

She called me her cowboy
as we stood in that Tulsa rain
but I was unsure we ever could
get past the anger and the pain.

I knew she was trying to
ease the tension and trouble
but for all her trying
the distance just seemed to double.

Some things can't be diffused.
Some things are sure to explode
here in this midnight rain
or a little further on down the road.

I guess I am her cowboy at that.
Guess she knows I will not stay.
By now she knows this is the scene
Where the cowboy rides away.