Mystery Jets Follow

Just a lonestar in the sky, treading the night.
Cutting loose the mess you left, taking flights.
From coast to coast, you move like a ghost, trying to break the past.
So follow the road to wherever it goes and strike up another chance.

Lonestar counting all the people and the passing time,
You are high above the mountain and the columbine.

She bored a hole right through your brain,
At Citrus Heights.
Fallen angel of her you make my first light,
Well aint it sad when you feel it this bad and your body burns to know,
The shape of her limbs as the night bird sings, all framed in afterglow.

Lonestar counting all the people and the passing time.
You are watching all the wishes dying on the vine,
Lonestar flies above the mountain and the columbine.
How far do I have to wander before the dream is mine?

Well now you know, there's no way back to your old life,
Like two trains on the same track, you collide.
The roses are red, all the words that you said as she lay by your side.
But all you could think as you stood by the sink was,
Wash me away with the tide.

This time, wanna show I feel. This time want a love that's real.
This time gonna know where I stand. This time wanna be in command. (x4)