Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you.
But I can see the stars from America. I wonder do you see them too?
I have written you down now you will live forever.
Hold me fast, hold me fast ’cause I’m a hopeless wanderer. And I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I’m under. The skies I’m under.
But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again.
More faithful than the rising sun, this grace for me I can’t outrun.
Because you are my help, I will sing in the shadow of your wings.