The diner closes The lights go out on the interstate And Vegas feels too far away tonight The wild horses With no concern for the next day They're running freely in the moonlight Through valleys, plains and mountains Through the empty spaces in between the words Waiting for a moment But I'm just a cowboy sitting at the bar A lonely rider, a Texas country star An inland ocean, a river stretching out to get to the sea The road is open Splitting sky from the great plains Cutting through the nows and maybe one days Through valleys, plains and mountains Through the empty spaces in between the words Waiting for a moment But We're just two cowboys sitting at the bar Two married women running off with their husband's car Two graphite lines, crossing for a moment in a notebook