As if to meet a girl,
With ringing ears,
And silly fears,
Of becoming a real woman...

I knew in the beginning,
I'd lose my fear,
Forget the tears,
And think not of my ending...

To shoot a pistol,
With grips of pearl,
And dreams, of becoming the outlaw.
I'd snatch the pistol from its holster,
Like an eagles claw;
And they'd say,
"There goes the gunman"

To look at all my night dreams,
While lying in sheets white,
I'd wonder why our best dreams,
Only come at night,
And how, all of the worst things,
Never come to light...

BluesPreacher

good one