Be a Cowboy

When you cannot see anythingThrow away that Sunday sunWhen you cannot climb a treeAt least chew the cinnamon
When you cannot recognize colorsEverything is redAnd cup of cocoa tastes likeGreen’s already deadSing
Don’t believe in necessaritiesBelieve in shadow of your hat
When you cannot say you love herAt least say you don’tWhen gold is not so goldenAnd Aluminum is gold