Cheyenne Sunrise

When I left I wasn't thinking

That I wasn't coming home

But first Al Green

And then Barry White

Convinced me not to go

And I didn't come home for fighting

I came to bandage up my hand

And if you're gonna talk to me like that

Then I'll just go back out again

Wipe that chip right off your shoulder

We ain't getting any younger

Some things are getting bigger

Some things are falling off

Some things they seem much harder

Some other things stay soft

We're tipping over in the taprooms

We're shooting through the ceiling

We're dying in the bathrooms

And we're living

For that one sweet, fleeting feeling

I know my cough sounds awful

Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe

But I'm glad it's just my body

I do my business on the street

We ain't getting any younger

Tomorrow night we'll be that much older

Some kids are growing awkward

And some kids are going off

We're fingering the punch bowl

We're feeding from the trough

There's nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise

To make us has-beens feel too old

I'm with the Christian soldiers

We're gonna bash right through your borders

I bet your next party gets sketchy

I saw the new kids nodding off

Some things are getting bigger

Some things are falling off

Some things seem much harder

Some other things stay soft