Diamonds in the midnight sky
Made from swirling constellations
As every headlight passes by
With no reasons to make sense
Nothing's left but our mistrust
Like some little ants that burrough
When one day we'll all turn to dust
From these country roads dispensed
Climbing out from nothing
It ain't nothing much at all
Our problems insignificant
So meaningless and small
So meaningless and small
Diamonds in the midnight sky
Made from swirling constellations
As every headlight passes by
I'm still running out of change
I keep running out of change