Sitting on the hood of my father's chevy
After an afternoon of you
Over the horizon the sun needs setting
Your eyes a different blue
We light up like we're racing comets
A light I'll lose when we're through
When we leave I won't try and stop it
I'll bid a farewell to you
But as the sky bruises
And the moon starts to shine
I want to stare at these old stars with you
Carried away by the milky way
And the naiveté of being youths
Maybe we'll meet again someday
Maybe we won't I ain't counting on you
But as the sky bruises
And the moon starts that somber glow
I want to stare at these old stars with you
I want to stare at these old stars with you