A young man’s out looking for a new town,
Looking for an old sound.
He’s been looking for a place
Where there aren’t too many people around.
In an old town where nobody knows his name.
Oblivious to fame.
He’s dreaming of warmer weather,
Stringing stars together
And making his own way home.
She’s been searching for a sane place,
Dancing with her own grace.
She’s been searching for a town
Where she’ll never ever have to hide her face.
A peaceful place where nobody’s seen her crown.
It’ll never get found.
So, she dreams of calm forever,
Stringing stars together
And making her own way home.
Their lines intertwine while arranging the sky.
Create some calmer weather.
Stringing stars, together.
Evening floats like feathers
And they make their own way home.
A little look.
A little trust and a smile.
this is your life chuck johnson 