Soup is cooking in the cauldron, there's a freight train passing by A plane streaking through the night air way up in the sky Nearby the leaves are shimmering and they rustle in the breeze Blowing smoke upon our faces and on the guitars on our knees Like a message from the mountain saying now here we are Around this campfire, beneath these stars
Someone throws a log on, lighting up our faces And the more or less together state of each of our shoelaces Someone tells a story of a place she'd like to go And it feels like nothing's changed much since a thousand years ago The glowing embers of a pipe, the passing of a jar Around this campfire, beneath these stars
Out there in the world kids are sleeping in their cots Fishermen are hauling nets and tying fishing knots Somewhere someone's dancing, someone's drilling a gas well Someone's writing memoirs sitting in a prison cell Some of us are wondering is there life up there on Mars? Around this campfire, beneath these starsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
