God poured down all the stars;
He shook them by their tails,
Brought them down to make them
always ours.
And no thing can ever claim them,
nothing,
not even the sky.
The road is dark and clear now,
We pass the drifting cars;
Light signs along the highway,
Burn them out and make this
always ours.
And no thing can ever quench them,
nothing,
not even the rain.
And no thing can ever quench them,
nothing,
not even the rain.
