the northern winds have found their home high above the timberline but you and i were born to roam to wander through the whistling pine once the summer evening dies our love will be of yesterday one more glance into your eyes then we can laugh our love away someday youll find out who you are someday youll be more than just a shooting star the road has claimed you for its own to put your damage on display with a steel guitar and a microphone i hope that youll find your way someday youll find out who you are someday youll be more than just a shooting star but you wouldnt know it cause no ones ever showed it nobody showed it to you but that doesnt mean it isnt true someday youll find out who you are someday youll be more than just a shooting star and maybe then youll realize just how much you meant to me and maybe someday you will be free