Stars

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StarsYoung Pam had stars in her eyesshe useta dance around her roomjump on her bed while singingBarbara Mandrell to mixing spoonsbut the only way outta Texasfor lotsa small town girlswas to wed a football playerwith tickets to other worldsbut after Pam got marriedall her husband didwas stare at his old trophiesand try to keep his drinking hidbut she saw more lights in heaventhan forgotten football scoresshe wasn't shooting for the moonno...she was shooting forstars in the dead of nightsilver flames flickering brightthere's a place in ev'ry heartwhere a dream burns and glowsand the darker her life gotthe more she could see thosestarsshe sang at church on Sundayswith a roaring crowdno one in that cross's shadowgave a more joyful shoutand her first night on stageat Crocket's saloontears ran down the old clock's facewhen she belted Patsy's tunesher husband never thought she'd do itcos that truck leaked oil and tranny fluidbut when she took firstat the county talent showwith five hundred free and clear,stuffed in her brasseireshe gassed up 'neath a Texicostar in the dead of nightdistant flames flickering brightthere's a place in ev'ry heartwhere a dream burns and glowsand the darker her life gotthe more she could see thosestarswho knows if Pam'll make itif her star's got a shotcos if odds have their wayprobably notbut that old Chevy's blowingmiles of blue exhaustand if she'd never triedthat smoke'd be time she lostand her songs still echodown hallways of her homewhere her man drowns in shadowsof rusting trophies and LoneStars in the dead of nightsilver flames flickering brightthere's a place in ev'ry heartwhere a dream burns and glowsand the darker his life gotthe more he could see thosestars(c)2004 Robert George