Nostalgia Lullaby

Every night I fall from sleep to crashing cars of shattered dreams,
broken people like broken pieces on the inside. I wonder why.
As sleepy toddlers scream and holler,
too tired to sleep, too tired to keep their achy eyes
on the prize that lies on the other side of dreams.

And long ago the moon crept up o’er the horizon
and the whole world gave one last lazy yawn.

I’ve been staring at the cracks on the ceiling and the floor
as I’ve been tossing and turning all night,
and I’ve been watching the shadows as they dance across the wall
like two lovers waltzing in the moonlight.

And the hometown girls and the hometown guys and the desert skies
are on my mind but these tired eyes have long since dried
since the last time that we said goodnight
but this old country heart still sighs.