Somebody Loved

dead stars and new cars

through black walnut trees

are shinning and driving by me

tomorrow with borrow from yesterday’s dreams

but tonight is all we got in between

ain’t it good to be somebody loved

from dust to dust

on an old gravel road

sing cicadas and frogs in the breeze

and she whistles a song that you’ve always known

where the strangers say “thanks” and “please”

ain’t it good to be somebody loved

lead me down the streets that I know too well

I’ll follow and I’ll try not to tell you

where to go where to go where to go

cause the truth is that both of us know

ain’t it good to be somebody loved