Daydreaming

If I could only be a summer breeze gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees while drifting slow across this valley floor If I could only be a butterfly then I could flit and float about the sky rest upon some flowers to be adored If I could only be a red tailed hawk then the people would point at me and gawk while high up above their heads I would soar If I could only be a spotted deer I would drink from the mountain stream so clear I could see the trout swimming from the shore If I could only gather up the nerve I could give you the life that you deserve I would never be alone anymore But I cannot be any of these things because it is a cowboy’s life I sing and a cowboy I will stay evermore