from the gullies of atlanta to the plains states where we pray i can measure all the distance by the way she says my name she gets solace holdin on to me she gets soulless holdin on to me it gets dark along the road at night with freeways passin by it gets dark and cold and full of sighs up above you in the sky we make the constellations out of her beauty marks we make the constellations out of the falling stars we make the constellations out of her beauty marks we make the constellations out of the falling stars beg pray beg prey 