Furthest Star

I would like to meet you
At the corner store
The one on the east side
Where the people are poor
No one has to know
It’s our thing
When the cold wind blows
Across the high grey sky
Like an ice cream cone
On an apple pie
We gotta go
Like Uncle Louis Lou-eye

This town is big enough for two
Not big enough for me and you
So I’m gonna go far
To the furthest star
I wanna see if it shines
I wanna trace the lines
Across your face
And nevеr leave this place
Nеver, never, never

I cried in front of you
In bed the other night
You said come here
Then you held me tight
I never did that before
You said it’d be alright
I believed you then