Missouri Boy Video (MV)

I try, I try, I try, I try
I try to remember you like a poet would
You smoking cigarettes and cutting down the wood
With your hands, you were always building fires
In your mind, you were always running tired

Oh Missouri boy you could be so mean
You didn't like it that I wanted your hands clean
I'm not a song, I'm not a dream
All I wanted was for you to see me, see me

And I wonder about the women you paint finely with your brush
And I wonder if you think about all the ways we touched
You looking past me once I wasn't far away
My always asking you to fix me with your gaze

Oh Missouri boy you could be so mean
You didn't like it that I wanted your hands clean
I'm not a song, I'm not a dream
All I wanted was for you to see me, see me

I try to remember every wave must crest
You working troubles out on your front porch steps
With my tongue, I was always talking louder
How I wish I hadn't fought so hard to matter

Oh Missouri boy you could be so mean
You didn't like it that I wanted your hands clean
See me, see me, see me, see me, see me
I try, I try, I try, I try