Moonlight streaks across a picture of a Marilyn Monroe While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window A strong Nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat She reads those Bible stories to her calico cat
She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream Sees her name on a marquis sign beside James Dean
It's the cross against the moon A restless girl in a pink bedroom Sweet seventeen and the silver screen Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams Nothings black and white Nothings wrong or right Just questions that she hopes to answer soon It's the cross against the moon Woo-oh, cross against the moon Oh, yeah
Her daddy said Sundays spent in Gospel tents Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears
So she fights the battle of what she wants to be Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams She looks up to Marilyn says your looking good She puts her Bible in her suitcase, pens off to Hollywood
It's the cross against the moon A restless girl in a pink bedroom Sweet seventeen and the silver screen Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams Nothings black and white Nothings wrong or right Just questions that she hopes to answer soon It's the cross against the moon Woo-oh, cross against the moon Cross against the moon Ooh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
