The stars began to
Feed on the blue
Skies and melted
And burned it into
Something we all will try
To capture
Through
A phone to share
And show to our friends
Forever explaining
"It gives it no justice"
And "How I wish you
Could see it"
Late night radio
The road and ourselves
A line on the black
Forever asking
"Hey did you see that?
I think it was
A shooting star"
Oh, it's been circling
For millions of years
It's overwhelming
That we've always been here
Just in tiny pieces
