- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Millard Powers
 - David Bryson
 - David Immergluck
 - James Bogios
 - Charles Gillingham
 - Daniel Vickrey
 - Adam Duritz
 
- Genres:
 - Rock
 
- Tags:
 - alternative rock
 - counting crows
 - rock in my veins
 
- See also:
 
Counting Crows - Cowboys lyrics
Cowboys on the road tonight
 Crying in their sleep
 If I was a hungry man
 With a gun in my hand
 And some promises to keep
 Wanted to change the world
 Watch as easy as murder
 It's all headlights
 And vapor trails
 And circle K killers
 And I know I could look
 At anyone but you now
 I could fall
 Into the eyes of anyone
 But you now, now, now, now
 So come on, come on, come on
 Oh, come on through now
 Come on, come on, come on now
 Come on through now
 This is a list
 Of what I should have been
 But I'm not
 This is a list of the things
 That I should have seen
 But I'm not seeing
 Look in your eyes
 As these fingertips
 Slip on your neck
 And make you shiver
 I am just turning away
 From where
 I should have been
 Because I am not anything
 Oh, anything
 Oh
 The president
 Is in bed tonight
 But he can't
 Catch his sleep
 Cause all the cowboys
 On the radio are killers
 And I am gonna leave
 Fuel of you
 Cause you never
 Make her feel
 Like anything
 She said I want him
 To feel a thing
 But I can feel
 I can't feel
 I know I could look
 At anyone but you now
 I could fall
 Into the arms of anyone
 But you now, now, now, now
 So come on, come on, come on
 Come on oh come on through now
 Come on, come on, come on
 Oh come on through now
 This is a list
 Of what I should have been
 But I'm not
 This is a list of the things
 That I should have seen
 But I'm not seeing
 Look in your eyesCounting Crows - Cowboys - http://motolyrics.com/counting-crows/cowboys-lyrics.html
 As these fingers on slip
 In your dress
 And make you shiver
 I am just turning away
 From what I shouldn't see
 Because I am not anything
 Oh, anything
 Oh
 Everyone's
 Is in bed tonight,
 But nobody can sleep
 Cause all the satellites
 Are watching
 Through our windows
 She says
 She doesn't love me
 Like-but she's acting
 But it's just
 If she isn't talking
 Mr. Lincoln's head
 Is bleeding
 On a front row
 While she's speaking
 I said
 Come all you cowboys
 All you
 Blue-eyed baby boys
 Oh, come on all you
 Dashing gentlemen
 Of summer
 I'll wait for you
 And Saturday's a memory
 And Sunday
 Comes to gather me
 Into the arms of God
 And welcome me
 Cause I believe
 I believe
 And I know
 I could look
 At anyone but you now
 I could fall
 Into the eyes of anyone
 But you now, now, now, now
 So come on, come on, come on
 Oh come on through now
 Come on, come on, come on
 Oh, come on through now
 This is a list
 Of what I should have been
 But I'm not
 This is a list of the things
 That I should have seen
 But I'm not seeing
 You look in me
 And so please
 Won't you look at me
 Cause I am not seeing you
 Look at me
 I want to make you
 Look at me
 Or I am not anything
 Oh, anything
 No, no
 No, no














