Moonlight streaks across a picture of a Marilyn Monroe

While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window

A strong Nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat

She reads those Bible stories to her calico cat



She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck

And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head

Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream

Sees her name on a marquis sign beside James Dean



It's the cross against the moon

A restless girl in a pink bedroom

Sweet seventeen and the silver screen

Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams

Nothings black and white

Nothings wrong or right

Just questions that she hopes to answer soon

It's the cross against the moon

Woo-oh, cross against the moon

Oh, yeah



Her daddy said Sundays spent in Gospel tents

Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence

She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears

But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears



So she fights the battle of what she wants to be

Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams

She looks up to Marilyn says your looking good

She puts her Bible in her suitcase, pens off to Hollywood



It's the cross against the moon

A restless girl in a pink bedroom

Sweet seventeen and the silver screen

Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams

Nothings black and white

Nothings wrong or right

Just questions that she hopes to answer soon

It's the cross against the moon

Woo-oh, cross against the moon

Cross against the moon

Ooh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh