Could I be the fortunate one with my bone-white face lying in the sun

I dont sleep with devils or thorns and I dont even mind a closed door

Age old comfort wise old fear, I would run that whistle down if I knew where

I dont sleep with angels and doves but I could lead you to love

But hey dont you ever leave me if I do

The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through



Could I be the fortunate one, could I wrap myself around you like a lyric in a song

I dont sleep with diamonds or gold but Id like to get to know you

All your stories could be told, yes Id like to see your eyes grow old

But hey don dont you ever leave me if I do

The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through



Now if I was the fortunate one with my golden mane setting in the California sun

And honey if it was alright I would sleep by you tonight

But hey dont you ever leave me if I do

The stars will open up their eyes and shine us through