My naked hand hanging out the car window Playing with ribbons of wind And the sun shining off the dotted line
An ocean of grain rolling in golden waves A distant train whistles low And we race along slowly to the county line
A neon vine winding up a lone sign post Heat ripples up from the road And you’ve never known cold or a long line
When the stars come out at night Shining brighter than anyone The stars come out at night Shining brighter than any love
The painted sky showing off every shade Not a cloud in the way All the birds lined up on the power lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
