He's a cowboy, he's a poet - he's got a heart but he don't show it. His face was made for poker, you can never read his mind. He's got a job down at the factory - killing time and building Chevies, And when that whistle blows he's the first one off the line.
And if wishes were horses, that old boy would ride; If daydreams were wildfire, he'd burn the mountainside; If the ocean was desire, he'd sail out on the tide; If wishes were horses, how that boy would ride.
She's an artist, she's an actor - and if luck was not a factor She'd be out in Hollywood, you could read her name in lights; But she's waitin' down at Denny's - wiping tables, saving pennies, Acting like she's satisfied - it's the performance of her life.
And if wishes were horses, that old girl would ride; If daydreams were wildfire, she'd burn the mountainside; If the ocean was desire, she'd sail out on the tide; If wishes were horses, how that girl would ride.
He's a rocker, he's a bopper - went to school to be a lawyer; Now he's sitting in a traffic jam in his leather covered car. And the radio plays on old song - he shakes his head and sings along, He wonders where his old friends went, and where those good times are.
And if wishes were horses, that old boy would ride; If daydreams were wildfire, he'd burn the mountainside; If the ocean was desire, he'd sail out on the tide; If wishes were horses, how that boy would ride. If wishes were horses, how we all would ride.
This song would fit well with "Angel from Montgomery."