Cowboys Lyrics - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings - Counting Crows

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