Burning Star by Pam Tillis Lyrics
Wind and rain and moving mountains
Can you feel the shifting ground
Lay with me in a bed of ashes
Hold me while the fire rains down
Have I really come this far only to make the same mistakes
Well the night is long and the night is dark hold me till the morning breaks
I’m just trying to understand this walk I’m walking
If this rush stopped long enough to hear when God is talking
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Burning star
Ooh
If the writings on the wall
Can’t say that we were never warned
Oh what if everything is perfect and all things must die to be reborn
Is the sky really falling has it all been carved in stone
Are we all just waiting here for someone to take us home
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning (Burning star)
In the red poor corner country people that lived in a mountain side
No one knows just where they went why the rain stopped and the corn all died
Aztec priest and a pyramid painting don’t it look like a flying machine
Bones and stones out in the desert so much for the pride of kings
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Burning star
Can you feel the shifting ground
Lay with me in a bed of ashes
Hold me while the fire rains down
Have I really come this far only to make the same mistakes
Well the night is long and the night is dark hold me till the morning breaks
I’m just trying to understand this walk I’m walking
If this rush stopped long enough to hear when God is talking
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Burning star
Ooh
If the writings on the wall
Can’t say that we were never warned
Oh what if everything is perfect and all things must die to be reborn
Is the sky really falling has it all been carved in stone
Are we all just waiting here for someone to take us home
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning (Burning star)
In the red poor corner country people that lived in a mountain side
No one knows just where they went why the rain stopped and the corn all died
Aztec priest and a pyramid painting don’t it look like a flying machine
Bones and stones out in the desert so much for the pride of kings
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning
Burning star