Stars
The night sky is crying on my windshield
I need to get away for a while.
The highway is moving nowhere
in this parking lot I’m making terrible time.
The stores are all closed but their lights are on.
I’m sipping on Barnes and Noble tea
trying to clear my mind in a lonely car
hoping all I have to do is believe.
I reach in my pocket; there ain’t nothing there.
Let me tell you brother, the world ain’t fair
but a man’s guitar will always treat him right
and the starts have forgotten tonight.
The still air is pierced and torn by the tears
of the sky wishing it was another.
The pavement is blacker than it appears
and the street lamps begin to wonder.
Well I’m pretty tempted by the highway—
29’s looking at me and it won’t stop.
I got a full tank of gas and Eddie Hazel’s cd
this life ain’t really what I thought.
I’ll sit by myself in silence all night
cause nobody says nothing I wanna hear.
I’ll sit by myself till my mind is alright,
yeah, it’s never been the dark that I fear.