You guessed it, the cowboy again. But this one is special cause it’s the first one I wrote with him. We were at his house in the country, the sweet odor of horse manure was permeating the atmosphere. The cowboy was feeling down about a long distance love affair, a girl he had met from Alberta. He started telling me about a recent phone call with her, and how he told her at least we had the moon to share tonight. He had me right there and then, bound to be a waltz.