Stars We Chose

Look at this faded frame from eighty-two

Our first tiny kitchen with the ceiling peeling blue

We had two plastic plates,

a radio that hummed

No money in our pockets but we knew the spring would come

And here is the station wagon by the canyon side

We argued for an hour but we laughed until we cried

And look at our boy,

so small in your hands

And the morning we just danced without any plans

If the Maker called me home and said we're starting anew

If He wiped the slate clean and gave me one thing to

do

I would spend my next lifetime searching every single street

Just to find you,

my love, where our paths were meant to meet (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Your hair has turned to silver,

mine is nearly gone

But sitting on this porch

as the sun goes drawing on

I see every single milestone in the lines around your eyes

The quiet celebration, the heavy,

dark goodbyes

If the Maker called me home and said we're starting anew

If He wiped the slate clean and gave me one thing to

do

I would spend my next lifetime searching every single street

Just to find you,

my love,

where our paths were meant to meet (I'd find you again)

In every lifetime

I'd choose you (mmmmm)