at the corner of and south first boulevard i broke into tears i caught you red handed with a good looking stranger you were drinking mexican beers from behind a stoplight you couldn t see me you were locked into his eyes and with a shot of patron and a raise of your glass you would cut me down to size on south first boulevard i d never seen you wearing cowboy boots with your cutoff pair of jeans but when you wear your hair out of your ponytail i know exactly what that means and i can t remember the last time i saw you smoking a cigarette i guess all of the promises we made each other were so easy to forget on south first boulevard on south first boulevard i ve always been good at hiding the truth and being a jealous man i knew i couldn t take it so i turned away when he reached out for your hand and with the sun going down he picked up the check and he walked you to your car you could ve seen my face in your rearview mirror as you pulled away from the bar on south first boulevard on south first boulevard on south first boulevard on south first boulevard