"The light was leaving, in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw,
the voices echoed across the waves
It's getting late.
It was just another night
with the sunset and the moonrise not so far behind
to give us just enough light to lay down
underneath the stars,
listen to papa's 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 sea,
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 sunset and the moonrise 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"
["Constellations", Jack Johnson]
