Shooting Star

The northern winds have found their home

High above the timberline

But you and I were born to roam

To wander through the whistling pine

Once the summer evening dies

Our love will be of yesterday

One more glance into your eyes

Then we can laugh our love away

Someday you’ll find out who you are

Someday you’ll be more than just a shooting star

The road has claimed you for its own

To put your damage on display

With a steel guitar and a microphone

I hope that you will find your way

Someday you’ll find out who you are

Someday you’ll be more than just a shooting star

But you wouldn’t know it

‘Cause no one’s ever showed it, nobody showed it to you

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true

Someday you’ll find out who you are

Someday you’ll be more than just a shooting star

And maybe then you’ll realize just how much you meant to

me

And maybe someday...

You will be free