歌词：Whitley. A Shot To The Stars.

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)