On a cold winter's morning,
Watching, Luna, Spica, and Jupiter,
Dance through the Heavens.
Every night, all I can do is stand here,
Beneath the stars that brighten my hopes,
Through these cloudy times.
Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and songwriters look.
Just the thought of tears makes my spirit hurt!
Always looking, never seeing the words through the rain.
Always praying to the stars in the sky,
Hello princess, how are you, my love?
I always hear your laughter in the breeze,
While I walk along,
The lonely country roads.