Under the star strewn country sky

With a campfire by my side

Pointing out the constellations

No wondering about tomorrow’s destination

I lost track of time

Because time was flying in that open country sky

But my heart is on the ground

Cuddled up and feeling safe and sound

Their voices seem so distant

Why not give the silence a good hard listen

Fire crackles, wood whistles, leaves rustle

And in the cold night air my skin bristles

In the privacy of me and the open air

On that shooting star

I make a wish, I make a dare

Telling stories, gentle reminders of the world I chose

From this place I can’t tell

Is it real or am I dreaming

Dreams always overshoot realism

And I feel the disappointment of dreams far too often

It must be factual

I can feel all this wonder

I can see the splendor of

That star strewn country sky

I find by and by

That the sky is far beyond my dreams