when i look up

when i look up at the stars

as i walk in the night

down the street by my house

it feels good

when i look up at the stars

as i walk in the night

down the street by my house

it feels good

the light from the moon

is afraid of the ground

so it falls behind spaces

and hides behind clouds

when i look up at the clouds

as they move through the night

with the wind

as i walk down the street

the light from the moon

is afraid of the ground

so i step on the shadows

of my own feet