A Shot To The Stars

When we came up, shot to the stars,

It was painless, we couldn't run far,

And in a heart-attack, we clutched at our chests,

And in a truck, we searched for the crests.

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

You're my lifeline, under a rest,

And you can see it all on my chest,

And in a lifetime of beauty and tests,

In the trucks, we search for the crests.

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)