door slams open at the saloon
at the tip of a hat i knew
hypnotized by the click of boots
looks like we gotta make some room

in the texas heat
you're relief
like a cool cool breeze
crashing over me

wanna feel you in my hair
taste you like the dust in the air
just perfect by being there
so blissfully unaware

of the despicable things
a lonely mind can dream
folks like you don't typically
notice people like me

all's gone quiet; the room turns tense
and you just barely walked in
everyone wants a gust of that wind
curious to what it's like being your friend