Hey handsome man, don't you ever get tired of the road? I'll bet it's easy to forget when you pick up a check. I'll bet it's easy to forget when you spur a good one. I'll bet it's easy to forget when you're tipping back that little can you like so well. There'll be times you're not drinking, but you wish you were. You'll see the morning sun burning the fog off the next town on your journey and you'll feel the fog you've put yourself in being replaced with aches; your body, your mind, your heart. How does it feel now?
Hey handsome man, do you think you'll stay young forever? Those dance hall girls and rodeo fans won't be at the next town. Those same distractions won't be there next year, but you'll be. They'll forget you like you forgot them, but there will always be more. Always young, still as pretty as the one you left at the last arena, and when you're dancing and laughing she'll be smiling like she'll stay forever. Forever is just closing time and it's already last call. How does it feel now?
Hey handsome man, do you like being lonely? Those that watch you think you handle it well. Your smile is beautiful and your name is written on so many big checks; it's always felt good when they cheer for you. They call you 'champion' everywhere you go. Lonely are those that blaze their own trail and you're setting the world on fire. You surround yourself with fellas that share the same thoughts, but, surprisingly, you never talk about how tight your chest feels and how often your mind wanders to someone you walked away from one night. How does it feel now?
Hey handsome man, isn't it time you find someone that can keep up with you? You found her once and you let her go. How does it feel now?
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