A Shot To The Stars - Whitley

When we came up, shot to the stars

It was painless, we couldn’t run far

And in a heart-attack, we clutched at our chests

And in a truck, we searched for the crests

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

You’re my lifeline, under a rest

And you can see it all on my chest

And in a lifetime of beauty and tests

In the trucks, we search for the crests

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)

I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)

I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)