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 you’ll find out who you are
Someday you’ll 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 you will find your way
Someday you’ll find out who you are
Someday you’ll be more than just a shooting star

But you wouldn’t know it
‘Cause no one’s ever showed it, nobody showed it to you
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true

Someday you’ll find out who you are
Someday you’ll be more than just a shooting star
And maybe then you’ll realize just how much you meant to
me
And maybe someday...
You will be free