(brian dean maher/kris bergsnes)      Moonlight streaks across a picture of a marilyn monroe   While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window   A strong nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat   She reads those Bible stories to her calico cat      She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck   And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head   Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream   Sees her name on a marquis sign beside james dean      It's the cross against the moon   A restless girl in a pink bedroom   Sweet seventeen and the silver screen   Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams   Nothings black and white   Nothings wrong or right   Just questions that she hopes to answer soon   It's the cross against the moon   Woo-oh, cross against the moon   Oh, yeah      Her daddy said sundays spent in gospel tents   Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence   She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears   But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears      So she fights the battle of what she wants to be   Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams   She looks up to marilyn says your looking good   She puts her Bible in her suitcase, pens off to hollywood      It's the cross against the moon   A restless girl in a pink bedroom   Sweet seventeen and the silver screen   Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams   Nothings black and white   Nothings wrong or right   Just questions that she hopes to answer soon   It's the cross against the moon   Woo-oh, cross against the moon   Cross against the moon   Ooh-oh-oh   Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh