In the summer, in the country, on a cool dark night
the wind rocks the tree tops, cross twinklin' lights
and the silence is broken, but only now and then
you know something will happen, but you don't know when
Like the sound of a pine cone fallin'
through the branches and the needles, on it's way to the ground
and the song of a night bird is callin'
when you think it's all gone, it comes right back around
And you can stay up all night, but you can't count 'em all
and you'll never know which star's next to fall
and the neighbors move closer all the time
but from the front porch to the moon, is mine all mine
from the front porch to the moon, is mine all mine
There's a corner, of the county, that no one cares about
where the sky goes forever, and every star comes out
and I sit back and I listen with my eyes shut
I think I hear something but I ain't sure what
That's the sound of ice cubes meltin'
'round the bottles in the cooler at the end of the day
best feelin' that I have felt in,
the time since the last time I felt this way
And you can stay up all night, but you can't count 'em all
and you'll never know which star's next to fall
and the neighbors move closer all the time
but from the front porch to the moon, is mine all mine
from the front porch to the moon, is mine all mine
