By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home

And my coat is old and growin thin and my feet are numb and stumbling and its many the thought of a long lost friend that comes to me again and again

And I want to thank my Sarah Bell who blessed me more than words can tell and who picked me straight up out of hell, and I miss her real bad but I love her well

And I remember Don Clancy as a wild young man, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of him sinse he lost his mind and was born again off the coast of Oregon

Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you even think of me?
I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, oh....

Well, I'm singin this song but it won't take long
On these frozen streets I'm half way home
and the sky above me forms a beautiful dome,
of blue and pink and starry gold.

Oh where are you now, oh where are you now and do you even think of me?
I'm telling you now, you are the stars that I'll follow endlessly, endlessly, endlessly, oh....