Canaan Smith Satellite
(First part only)
The sky is on fire with yellow
there’s a lay ya down sunset
hittin’ your eyes
and a classical guitar
and a cello
on the boardwalk
talk about one in a million tonight
oh I, might, just fly up there with the satellite
oh circle round the world tonight
holding onto you
I think I might go where my heart is at
up there with the satellite
