Reaching For The Stars

I'm reaching out for a star tonight. I'm trying to grab on to the one got in sight, in sight. I'm reaching for the stars.

I'm laying in a field looking up at the sky, I've got my girl and a six pack by my side, my side whilst looking at the stars.

I am trying to ask if she would spend the rest of her days with me but I get sidetracked and look up at the sky and see the stars and see how beautiful they are.

She's a long tall whisky glass and I'm just a fool who's getting harassed, harassed whilst looking at the stars.

He's waited three whole years for her dim light to shine and now it's shining it ain't shining the way he thought it would shine. He thought it would shine like a lighthouse on a starlit night.

I am trying to ask if she would spend the rest of her days with me but I get sidetracked and look up at the sky and see the stars and see how beautiful they are.