Fallen Star

The weatherman says it's a good night

To look up at the stars

Well, the moons as bright as lightnin'

You could even pick out Mars

So I bought a sixer and brought out an old lawn chair

I've been thinkin' 'bout you

Wonderin' where the hell you are up there

I bet the night is crisp and clear high above the clouds

And when the distant thunder shakes the heavens

For you it don't seem so loud

When you breathe the Northern Lights

Does it burn on your breath?

And how high do you have to climb

Before you ever find thе meaning to all of this?

Things ain't so bad down here

With thе common kind

And we know you're always near

When the sun begins to shine

Once I had a dream about a fallen star

That landed on my doorstep

And now, here you are

Oh, and you tell me a story

Reminisce about the glory

That for you, used to be a way of life

I see the tears in your eyes and the scars upon your chest

Oh those dragons that you must've slayed with fire on their breath

I hope you smile when you look back at everything you left

Once you realized the meaning to all of this

Absence makes the heart go fonder

Couldn't take you gone no longer

So sit on down and tell us all how a star is born

As we sit here in two lawn chairs

With a cold six pack of beer

And talk of all the stars forlorn