Stars

There's no name
on the back of your belt
you're strong and you're sturdy
but something ain't right
most of the feelings you've ever felt
cot lost in the early morning light
and you know how to hold 'em
you know how to hold 'em tight
Rumors don't phase you
they draw and erase you
leave you Like signs in the rain
if nobody finds it
and the paint has worn off of it
there's not much there to explain
'cept YOU know how to hold 'em
you know how to hold 'em tight
and you know how to find me
if you need somewhere to hide
Where you get stars on the ceiling
stars in your eyes
stars that don't talk much
'til they fall from the sky
There's an old bed in the back
of your truck and navajo blankets
and a bottle of jack
it looks like a suitcase
and runs like a greyhound
looks like it's been
to the moon and back
and you know how to hold 'em
you know how to hold 'em tight
where you know how to find me
if you need somewhere to hide
Where you get stars on the ceiling
stars in your eyes
stars that don't talk much
'til they fall from the sky