i grew up dreaming of being a cowboy and loving the cowboy ways pursuing the life of my high riding heroes i burned up my childhood days i learned all the rules of a modern day drifter don't you hold on to nothing too long just take what you need and don't look back were the words of some sad country song my heros have always been cowboys and they still are it seems sadly in search of and one step in back of themselves and their slow moving dreams now, cowboys are special with their own brand of misery from being alone too long to die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare knowing well that your best days are gone and picking up hookers instead of my pen i let the words of my youth fade away old worn out saddles and old worn out memories with no one and no place to stay my heroes have always been cowboys and they still are it seems they never stay home and they're always alone even with someone they love