Two stars
Three stars
The night sky above
Used to mean everything
To horses in love
Girl in a sling

How come
Your eyes come
In and out of focus
In the park all alone?
Early spring
Girl in a sling

I've been sifting through these remains for years
Bitter tears, bitter pills
Oh, it sucks when there's nothing but gold in those hills
Girl, I know what you're going through
I'm going there too
Girl, I know what you're going through
I'm going there too

I'm going there too
I'm going there too, ah
I'm going there too
I'm going there too, ah
I'm going there