Lost earrings, lost hearts...

She lost her favorite earring,
The drinks made her memory dim,
That night she also lost herself,
She lost herself with him.

He has his reservations,
But he's a little past his prime,
He's done more wrong than he's done right,
But I guess that's just his kind.

It's something all cowboys have,
He'll never lose his outlaw heart,
It's not the best thing about him,
But it's the biggest part.

Despite his ways, he shows her love,
And when he drinks he wants to fight,
He never knew how to say it though,
So he often wastes the night.

He'll never know what happy means,
He married off before it was too late,
He might've had the chance one day,
But time just wouldn't wait.

She'll speak her mind to him,
Over a bottle of something strong,
He really had it coming,
But regardless, it was wrong.

She stays awake all night sometimes,
She remembers how he smelled,
Among all the others she's held before,
He was the best she had felt.

They had let each other go,
For reasons that were lost over tears,
The feelings were real, the time wasn't right,
The healing has taken years.

One day he'll find that earring,
Dropped beneath his bed,
It's not from the one he married,
But from the one he loved instead.