Stars

I thank my friend, Kiki, for painting pictures for this song. He knows about the moon and the stars. And coyotes. Having a place to hide so's you don't have to run anymore. or, at least, for a little while. When you look up at the stars it's a great reminder of how vast our universe is and what treasures there are still to be found. There's no name on the back of your belt You're strong and you're sturdy but somethin ain't right Most of the feelings you've ever felt Cot lost in the early mornin light & You know how to hold 'em, know how to hold 'em tight Rumors don't phase you, they draw and erase you Leave you Like signs in the rain If nobody finds it and the paint has worn off of it There's not much there to explain 'Cept YOU know how to hold em, know how yo hold'em tight & You know how to find me if you need somewhere to hide. Where you get stars on the ceiling, stars in your eyes Stars that don't talk much 'til they fall from the sky. There's an old bed in the back of your truck and navajo blankets And a bottle of jack It looks like a suitcase and runs like a greyhound Looks like it's been to the moon and back And you know how to hold 'em, know how to hold'em tight You know how to find me if you need somewhere to hide...