Comfort me said she   With your conversation   With the cocktails   And the candlelight   In your eyes   It's funny how we hunger   For some inspiration   And everything else   That money just won't buy      Men have lied   Many good girls have gone astray   Just to hear the gypsy play   One more lilting cowboy tune   And as the rivers run dry   And the mountains blow away   They sing of lovers and how they lay   Beneath this crazy frontier moon      I ain't no golden boy   I ain't no grecian dancer   And I ain't no loudmouthed cowboy   From the west   I'm not the kind of man   With all the answers   But I surely know the songs   That suit me best      But lately I've had something on my mind   It's growing stronger all the time   Calling out when I'm alone   But I'm a poet   And I'm bound to walk the line   Between the real and the sublime   And give the muses back their own      It's a penny for your thoughts   It's a dollar for you kisses   Keep a running tab on the time   'cause what I've got the most of   Is what she misses   The clock is hers   The hourglass is mine      But I'm her lover   Not a man bent on revenge   Hanging out here on the fringe   Of my native borderlands   Counting the days   The sun shone golden across her head   Lying on the banks of the bayou's edge   Kicking up some southeast texas sand