Furthest Star

I would like to meet you

At the corner store

The one on the east side

Where the people are poor

No one has to know

It’s our thing

When the cold wind blows

Across the high grey sky

Like an ice cream cone

On an apple pie

We gotta go

Like Uncle Louis Lou-eye

This town is big enough for two

Not big enough for me and you

So I’m gonna go far

To the furthest star

I wanna see if it shines

I wanna trace the lines

Across your face

And nevеr leave this place

Nеver, never, never

I cried in front of you

In bed the other night

You said come here

Then you held me tight

I never did that before

You said it’d be alright

I believed you then