Ballad

Lyrics by：David Yazbek/Erik Della Penna

Composed by：David Yazbek/Erik Della Penna

Produced by：David Yazbek/Dean Sharenow

When the stars are bright like these stars

So they almost hurt your eyes

It's like maybe God is singing you a song

Singing you a song

And the cottonwoods are whistling

And the owls and frogs join in

The breeze in your hair the honeysuckle air

All there they sing all there

The sky is black but filled with diamonds

You can almost hold them in your hand

And up there God is preaching

Laughing while you're reaching

And that's what no one ever seems to understand

When the wind is warm like this wind

It reminds you who you are

The dew it appears just like grateful tears

I'm here I'm here I'm here

The dew it appears just like grateful tears

I'm here I'm here I'm here

Ooh I'm here I'm here I'm here