Stars Outnumber Our Hearts

One, two, three, four It was dinnertime in this tiny seaside town Dogs were barking, kids were laughing I was counting the days left 'til fall The sun was setting heavy, the moon traced paper thin I was getting ready to go out and get my fill The oyster's so small, sweet and cold Dozen oysters to help me taste the beauty and get an old Because the smaller the thing, the bigger it feels The less these days I got to worry about You got the kind of smile that holds me down The simpler the words, the more they mean The less I try to fix you, the more I can't fix me You've got the kind of smile that holds me down Always seen the old town was out that night With their suntanned hands and their sandy jeans And while the local band started digging in The volume of happiness completely shut down And every cell phone and every TV Everybody's beaten up, it's all about me And so we grabbed our drinks, grabbed our chairs Headed towards the exit and walked outside And we went into the streets, people poured out of cars And all at once it seemed We were all looking up to witness This display being put on by the mystic Oh, the whole dome of stars that night Never had the darkness looked so bright Never had the silence sounded so right The lady next to me just off the cuff Said the stars outnumber of hearts And everything inside of me just took a breath And stopped! Stars outnumber our hearts We pass the smile by the thing, the bigger it feels The less these days I've got to worry about You've got the kind of smile that holds me down The simpler the words, the more they mean The less I try to fix you, the more I can fix me You've got the kind of smile that holds me down I said, "It's true," you've got the kind of smile that holds me down When the lights came back on, I closed out my check And started back home with the knowingness that my capacity To have a little bit of fun had grown with this moment, this memory That I would always hold this perfect night in August When I got good with getting old Got good with getting old Getting good with getting old Because the smaller the thing, the bigger it feels The less these days I've got to worry about