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 blankets   Held over night      Tuning 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      When out come the stars   Pinholes of light   In a moth eaten blankets   Held over 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   And elephant made of all these atoms   Nature is patient with its jailers   Like brothels will humor 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 past your when      When out come the stars   Pinholes of light   In a moth eaten blankets   Held over night      Out come the stars   Targets for wishes   And satellite dishes   Reflecting their light