Midnight Rodeo

MIDNIGHT RODEO

As I watched you leaving
Heading out that door
I know where you’re going
You’ve been there before

Out past the town line
Where the crazies go
To the truckers haven
The midnight rodeo

Oh, she’s riding on the midnight rodeo

Now the rain is falling
Falling in my mind
How often have I thought?
How many’s been the time?

That you’ve taken my love
And the things I show
And worn them on
The midnight rodeo

Oh, she’s riding on the midnight rodeo

I hope you find an answer
I hope that he’s kind
I hope its satisfaction
That you find

Cause I won’t be waiting
On your doorstep anymore
For last call on
The midnight rodeo

© 1992 Martin H. Wilde