Those Damn Stars

There’s a breeze coming through the window, some kids in back shouting let's go. Those dogs at the door, barking like they’ve never seen you before. So give me a dirt road, and those North Dakota skies, and we can watch how time flies. 

We’ll grow old, sitting in those damn rocking chairs. Thinking about how we all got here, wondering where the time went or how the past is bent. So light the fire that never seems to start right, and we can sit here with those damn stars all night.