Hometown Stars

{intimate

fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm pedal steel swelling in the background} Main Street’s

quiet after nine, Pickup headlights cross the county line.

Old water tower watching over us,

Dreams too big for this little dust.

We’d sit on the tailgate counting planes,

Wondering if they’d remember our names.

Everybody

says, “You’ll be back someday,”

Maybe they’re right, maybe they’ll have to wait.

{soft strings rising, snare building dynamic tension} We’re small town satellites,

Spinning underneath these Friday night lights.

Looking up, reaching high,

Trying to find our place in the sky.

No matter where this road takes me,

This hometown will always be The first star in my night— We’re

small town satellites.

The same old diner,

the same old street,

Still got gravel underneath our feet.

Some stay here and some move on,

But this little town keeps holding on.

Every goodbye leaves a light behind,

A piece of home you can always find.

If I make it far beyond these fields,

Past the city lights and spinning wheels,

I’ll still look back when the night turns blue,

’Cause every dream started here

with you.

We’re small town satellites,

Still shining through the longest nights.

No matter how far we fly away,

Part of us will always stay.

We’ll keep chasing every dream in sight,

With our hometown burning bright.

Wherever life decides to lead,

These small town stars are all we’ll need

(stars are all we'll need...) (ooh-ooh-ooh) {acoustic guitar fades out slowly,

lone pedal steel echoes}