Texty: Jack Johnson. En Concert. Constellations.

The light was leaving, in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
Skipping just like the stones they threw
The voices echoed across the way
It's getting late

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light

To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papas translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain

Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above are chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades, fades away

It was just another night
With the sun set
And the moon rise not so far behind
To give us just enough light

To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations