Lyrical Logic

Monday through Friday you’ll find me in a blouse 
A nice pair of flats 
And my nicest pair of jeans 
Or if I’ve got to meet with people a pair of slacks 
As soon as that clock strikes 5 
That blouse comes off 
And a t-shirt takes it’s place. 
I’ll trade my nice jeans 
For the ones covered in dirt 
Maybe they are just a little tight 
And my cowboy boots. 
Hair thrown up in a ponytail 
Baseball cap on 
And ready to roll. 
Not to the club, 
Not to a fancy restaurant, 
But to that dive bar outside of town. 
Where they play country music 
Where the bartender knows my beer 
Where I can just be me. 
I’ll spend the weekend dancing, 
Laughing, 
Remembering where I came from. 
But come Monday morning, 
The boots will go back in the closet. 
The hat will get hung up. 
The flats will come out, 
The nice jeans come out of the dresser.
My hair will be down, 
Slightly curled, 
And those nice professional blouses. 
But I’ll be counting down the hours 
Until I can break out the boots again.