Meet Me At Our Star

The stars are out in my hometown as I think of you. The night is cold where I stand; it's cold where you stand too. Although we're hundreds of miles apart our thoughts unite us as we stare at an enormous sky: futures unknown but our pasts behind us.

Meet me at our star quarter past midnight. I'll be thinking of you; you'll be thinking of me. We'll share a piece of the infinite sky for a beautiful moment tonight.

Pine needles sit on the hood of my car which fell from your tree. But now they and I have traveled so far and you're no longer with me. You and your tree and me and my car: we'll cross the world in our minds; we'll pass all the miles and share the same dream at the same time.

Van Gogh's "Cafe At Night" is a beautiful place. If you want to tonight just imagine my face with big smiling eyes as I picture the place that we met that night and kissed for the first time.

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