The Country Star

My favorite time of the night
Comes just before the dawn
Below, there shines no light
The cities have passed; they’re gone.

This is the life of a country star
Wandering the skies, near and far.
I wish I could stay where the prairies are,
But this is the life of a country star.

I shine down on cities
But they shine right back,
Engrossed with all their pretties,
They don’t seem to feel the lack.

The other stars don’t seem to care,
As we travel along our path.
City or country, through dark or clean air,
They know neither joy nor wrath.

The country spreads out wild and free,
Beneath my spectral rays.
I hold in my heart all that I see,
Before the break of day.

And this is the life of a country star,
Wandering the skies, near and far.
I so want to stay where the prairies are,
But this is the life of a country star.