Texty: Counting Crows. Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings. Cowboys.

Cowboys on the road tonight crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand and some promises to keep
Who wanted to change the world, what's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapor trails and Circle K killers

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing

The look in your eyes
As his fingertips slid down your neck and made you shiver
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything, oh, anything, oh

The President's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep
'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you 'cause you never make her feel like anything
She said, ?I wouldn't feel a thing but I can feel, I can feel"

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I am not seeing

The look in your eyes
As his fingers are unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything, oh, anything, no

Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
But it's as if she isn't talking 'cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
On the front row while she's speaking

I said, "Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy
Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me into the arms of God who welcome me
Because I believe, oh, I believe"

And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now

So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now

This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing

You look at me, so please won't you look at me?
'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything, oh, anything, no, no, no, no