Amy Cook Million Holes In Heaven
In the desert, outside Norfolk,
We went flying down that highway.
I tried to memorize the way that you looked;
You were clutching a tall boy.
Cold gin was sweating clear through that worn-out paper sack
I got to thinking that maybe once you get this way you can never go back
And the sky above us is impossibly black,
As we lie down on the desert on our back.
What’s that you’d say about those stars as you wake me from my dreaming?
It’s like a million holes in heaven…
Through the speakers in that old truck
AM radio is playing,
We sing along with the windows rolled down
Until the singing turns to swaying.
The thunder storm comes rolling in,
Reminding you of everyone you’ve ever loved -
That exploding silver lining.
And the sky above is impossibly cracked,
As we stand out on the front porch watching the bolts cut the black.
What’s that you’d say to me love, as we’d start out at that lighting?
There are a million holes in heaven…
As I stare out at the city the streetlights stole the stars,
The crickets in the wind were taken by the sound of cars,
As I lie in my apartment and I wonder where you are…
There are a million holes in my heart.
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I’ll drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
You will drink the moonshine and I will drown in the sunshine
You’ll be drinking moonshine and I’ll be drowning in the sunshine
And I just hope you’ll think of me sometimes,
I hope you’ll think of me sometimes.
Come on and drink the moonshine…
