I can't listen to Marty anymore

[grendel]

He sang of cowboys and the old west
of gunfights, jealousy, and love
El Paso was the song I loved best
somehow it fit me like a glove

At such a young age I didn't know why
El Paso, Felina, and paths crossed by fate
the story staying with me as time passed by
He sang of my life it seemed, the tale innate

As I grew up and my life would unfold
paths taken and so many voices ignored
my heart desperate for someone to hold
waiting was something I could not afford

And then one day I met my Felina
and in an instant it all made sense
El Paso, my dreams, as soon as I'd seen her
my place I see now, in the present tense

But as in the song, tragedy took hold
my heart, my soul, the other half I'd found
not able to feel in this world so cold
the voice of my heart now makes no sound

And though the story ends on a different note
the hero dies there in the sand
my life was still there, in the songs he wrote
my love ended by my own hand

The words that touched me so deep
now leave my heart torn
and so now I can't listen,
to Marty anymore