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Her view of the man who keeps leaving and keeps returning. He comes off the road a little dusty, smelling like campfire and gas station coffee, grinning like he won something no one else was running for. She took him to the Coalville Rodeo and he sneezed through half of it — probably the horses. He’s not quite a cowboy, but he sure does love to roam, and every time he comes back he’s a little more like home. A short, sweet front-porch song about loving someone who’s still becoming.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] He comes off the road a little dusty, a little worn Boots that used to be clean, shirt that's seen a few too many mornings He smells like campfire and gas station coffee and the sun And he stands in my doorway grinning like he just won something no one else was running for I don't say much, I just pull him in He drops his bag and the whole house changes like the weather shifting with the wind [Chorus] And I can see it on him The way the road fills him up He leaves a little restless And comes back with just enough Quiet in his shoulders, something settled in his eyes Letting him go is always the hardest part But getting back this changing man Makes it worth it every time [Verse 2] Now he's not quite a cowboy, though he likes to think he's close He's more library card than lasso, more sunscreen than the great unknowns I took him to the Coalville Rodeo last summer just to see He loved every minute of it but he sneezed through half the evening — I think it was the horses honestly He came home talking about the riders like he'd known them all his life I just smiled and poured the coffee and thought yeah, you're gonna be alright [Chorus] And I can see it on him The way the open changes who he is He's not the man who showed up at my door He's something braver now than this He's still not quite a cowboy But he sure does love to roam And every time he comes back He's a little more like home [Bridge] I had my life before him and it's still my life with him He didn't fill a space — he just walked in and fit I don't need him here to feel complete But God, I love it when he's in the room With desert in his hair And that grin that says I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere At least not till the next time the road starts calling And I'll just kiss him at the door Because the man who keeps becoming Is the man I keep adoring more [Outro] He's not quite a cowboy But he's mine And he always comes back different And he always comes back right