We sit and stare 'til it gets oldnThe summer heat drops to a cold breezenMy bare feet ? in the grassnContent to stay here and watch time lapsennDandelion growing in the cracksnMy eyes fix just a pastnThe horizon where space and god all laughnAnd it all shrinks to a view and then falls flatnnHappy are we with them gospel songsnAnd a quiet place where we can watch the streetlights turn onnAn empty house filled up with a select fewnAnd some starsnnNow I'm hopin' that my car will startnProlonged stars are not in the cards tonightnPerfect timing and a favourite windownAnd sleep right up aheadnnHappy are we with them gospel songsnAnd a quiet place where we can watch the streetlights turn onnAn empty house filled up with a select fewnAnd some stars