Country Song

This girl,

she keeps me guessing -

I call her my Darling.

Oh, my darling,

darling, Darling what'd you do?

My Darling sent me roaming,

after lattes in Wyoming.

Now I'm roaming around to Jackson,

maybe Casper, sometimes Cheyenne;

All because I went and gave my love to...

Just like a meadowlark,

you struck me yellow -

I saw sparks;

Guess they never caught fire onto you.

I'd like to try pretending

that this ending wasn't foreseen

but my Darling still went & left me blue.

Now I'm claiming territory,

& I'm waking in the morning

over lattes, in Wyoming

like we used to.