Bubbles On the Lake

An ol’ cowboy was just sittin’ On his horse for sittin’s sake, ‘Mongst the trees of time regrettin’ Those brief bubbles on the lake. They reminded him of childhood— They brought back his very youth— When all things were simple and good And a man’s vow was the truth. But things got so complicated As all the years made him wise, And he loved things he once hated And life became compromise. So here he’s now just awaitin’ In this world that he did make— To shun or shake hands with Satin As bubbles burst on the lake.