A Shot to the Stars

Whitley


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)


Writer/s: LAWRENCE BRIAN GREENWOOD