Could I be the fortunate one with my bone-white face lying in the sun
I dont sleep with devils or thorns and I dont even mind a closed door
Age old comfort wise old fear, I would run that whistle down if I knew where
I dont sleep with angels and doves but I could lead you to love
But hey dont you ever leave me if I do
The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through
Could I be the fortunate one, could I wrap myself around you like a lyric in a song
I dont sleep with diamonds or gold but Id like to get to know you
All your stories could be told, yes Id like to see your eyes grow old
But hey don dont you ever leave me if I do
The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through
Now if I was the fortunate one with my golden mane setting in the California sun
And honey if it was alright I would sleep by you tonight
But hey dont you ever leave me if I do
The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through |