Under the Same Stars (feat. Kyle Ward)

Broken promises and discarded dreams

A pocket full of heartaches, burst at the seams

Secrets in our hearts we need to confess,

Argue with the mirror

Life’s a beautiful mess

We’re born under the same stars,

But we don’t share the same old scars.

Pour me a Whiskey and play that guitar

You’ll see me with my head down at the end of the bar in the dark

Life’s a worn out jukebox

Playing the same old song

With echoes of fallen memories

Where did I go wrong?

A lonesome cowboy or a city queen,

Our stories echo loudly in the spaces in between.

We’re born under the same stars,

But we don’t share the same old scars.

Pour me a Whiskey and play that guitar

You’ll find me drowning at the end of the bar in the dark

In the neon glow of this dirty old bar,

Where shadows dance, and memories scar.

We’re all just wanderers under the same half moon,

But the stories that we tell ourselves are all out of tune.

We’re born under the same stars,

But we don’t share the same old scars.

Pour me a Whiskey and play that guitar

You’ll see me fighting demons at the end of the bar in the dark

We’re born under the same stars