Stars in Your Eyes

I used to work all week just to scrape together. Enough for some

beer and a tank of gas. I'd pick you up, we didn't know

where special, just young and wild trying to make time last. Country cruising through

Central Illinois. Radio low, windows down. Most nights led us to the

same old place. Five miles of gravel no way around. No houses,

no lights, not a soul in sight. Just a creek and a sky

full of fireflies. We live like those days would never end. Chasing highs down

dead-end roads. Underneath them stars just you and me. Didn't need much