Pam Tillis - Burning Star lyrics
[Pam Tillis - Burning Star 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
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
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