Out Come Stars

A city cloaked in orange, glowing, heavy clouds

All the belches of indigestion

Weigh heavy all around

A small car buzzing down a wide road

Drifting out of bounds

Out to a place where the noises of light

Make a distant tiny sound

When out come the stars

Pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night

Tuning out the engine, tuning out the song

Get there but I don't know how

And why it took this long

I need something to burrow through my weeds

And blast me from the sand

To open up the new twilight

Open up the can and

Out come the stars

Pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night

Out come the stars

Targets for wishes and satellite dishes reflecting their light

And they're so far away it can't be fathomed

An elephant made of all these atoms

Nature is patient with its jailers

Like brothels will humour all those sailors

Awestruck dumb and silent, consumed by all that's vast

It's a comfort to know that you're not in control

Of anything but your past when

Out come the stars

Pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night

Out come the stars

Targets for wishes and satellite dishes in astronaut white