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Iâm not asking you to resize your fingers
so you can wear my sapphire ring
The weather vane wonât turn, the dry spell lingers
Your bag is packed but you canât find your wings
Iâm praying saying less means you might say âyesâ
Kathryn, your eyes are a storm I canât get through
When Jamie gets back with the fixed Cadillac
Will you tell him to push on without you?
Itâs ninety-nine in the shade
This rodeo, whereâs it gonna go?
If you ride out with me, we wonât need to cross the double line
Rodeo clowns bring you smiles, thatâs not happiness
Peek inside my dreams, on my own I canât make heaven mine
In the shadow of your balcony Iâm marking time until you say âyesâ
Itâs ninety-nine in the shade
This rodeo, whereâs it gonna go?