Текст песни: Babysitting the Cowboy + перевод

My memories are a series of backyard cul-de-sacs

That smell of fresh cut grass and juniper.

Wyoming sunsets burned and

Crickets sang their hearts as the sky turned orange

And mother called us in from the day.

In one particular backyard

Sat a stagnant John Deer tractor that remained

Green all year round

As it rested quietly in the shade

Of the Bellevue Alley shrubbery

(No more than ten feet from the fence line).

A younger Me could turn the ruins of

Once Great Machines into a dream.

This useless tractor was fully functional

In the eyes of a younger me-

Those eyes saw fearlessly a cowboy

With buckles and leather and mouths to feed

And dried up fields that desperately

Need a farmer’s touch.

A younger Me could go and do great things in the shade,

While the rest of the yard was green-

How it glistened in the sunlight.

Lisa. Please watch over me;

Write it down in your memory that I-

I was a child lost in a daydream.

She would say Only boring people get bored.

So, today I’ll be plowing a field and

Corralling cattle before the dust storm.

Disintegrating are the chances for our lunch break-

There is too much work to be done today and

The cattle won’t milk themselves.

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