Ganging Up on the Sun

Shining like a work of art Hanging on a wall of stars Are you what I think you are? You're my satellite You're riding with me tonight Passenger side, lighting the sky Always the first star that I find You're my satellite Elevator to the moon Whistlin

Standing on a building I am a lightning rod And all these clouds are so familiar Descending from the mountain tops The gods are threatening But I will return an honest soldier Home... Steady on this high-rise Like every lightning rod And all these cl