There were stars shining down on West Virginia last night
Reflecting on the Ohio river as it slowly meander along
On the mountain tops, earth tones in the dark
Streams like silver cracks rushing trough the rolling hills
On the deer prancing across a winding road
The laughter that echoes across the valleys
The silhouette of the coal train at the top of a hill
Across from a house where you sit on a porch taking it all in.