I sat there in the car for the tenth hour,
squinting at the sky as hard as I could.
Staring at the stars.
How can there be so many giant globes of fire?
It makes you feel nice to think about it,
how small you really are.
The sky was my last connection with you.
My favorite memories are us staring at the stars.
I would do anything to make more.
So as I sat there in the car for the tenth hour
squinting at the sky as hard as I could,
I realized how much the view was really worth.
There's nothing like staring at the stars
at 4 am in the morning,
in the sky in November.
