Here With Me - Randy Houser

Well, baby, there’s more stars out here than I can count

Oh, but if I could, I’d pull them down

And I’d keep the few that match the ones there in your eyes

And I’d take the rest and paint your face across the skies

And it’d take about a million for your hair

And I’d wrap your arms around me everywhere

And you’d be there on a cold night in Georgia

And you’d be there when it’s raining Tennessee

And you’d be there when I’m out in California

And I’d wish on you each night before I’d sleep

And you’d be here with me

Sometimes I hold your picture, oh, so close to me

And lay there in the quiet wishing I could sleep

And every night just turns into another day

And every mile just seems to be a world away

But I know God can hear me way up there

Sending up an old familiar prayer