[engine hum rhythm settles in] [spoken half sung clipped] Running late Clock loud Street tight Shoes moving Mind pulling Keep going [beat breath] Then I see him [groove opens keeps rolling] And the clock steps aside [electric rhythm guitar locks] He walks like the street’s a friend Like nothing’s got business sticking Like air knows where to go [slide guitar quick accent] She knew his size Cowboy didn’t move The ending chose her As his nose meets hers [beat never stops] Ya Ya backs away slow Jowls jiggling Second guessing herself Cowboy lets her have the exit Keeps his seat [brief held groove] Still seated on concrete [organ ghost fades in] He leads me to the parking lot curb I sit like it’s part of the route [casual] If he’s not too hot I lift him Set him on my lap [paws kneading in time] Ouch ouch I laugh He kneads steady content Doesn’t notice the claws Doesn’t need to He blink-smiles Keeps going I let him [small space] Right now the pain makes sense [groove strips down] And Cowboy waits
