Shooting Stars (Rock)

Shooting stars and cool soft breezes
And oh my god how time does run
Standing here the beauty always pleases
Who knows where the stars and winds of time come from

And as my memory takes me back into my childhood
To those places and people I hurried to leave behind
Now I'm counting those memories as blessings and earthly treasures
I'll embrace these simple pleasures until my time here is done

As this old world keeps right on turning
As things that spin keep spinning around
And all that sand slipping thru the hour glasses
Fine grains counting down from a million to one

And as my memory takes me back into my childhood
To those places and people I hurried to leave behind
Now I'm counting those memories as blessings and earthly treasures
I'll embrace these simple pleasures until my time here is done

Sky full of stars while the trees invite the breezes
And oh my god it's hard to catch the sun
As I stare at stars my awareness teases
About the fabric of time, where it all was spun

And as my memory takes me back into my childhood
To those places and people I hurried to leave behind
Now I'm counting those memories as blessings and earthly treasures
I'll embrace these simple pleasures until my time here is done

And as my memory takes me back into my childhood
To those places and people I hurried to leave behind
Now I'm counting those memories as blessings and earthly treasures
I'll embrace these simple pleasures until my time here is done