Me and Colt and Kurtle and Kurtle’s kid brother 

decide to spend a night out under the stars 

before the weather goes all to hell.

We drag some tarps and blankets out

into the middle of nowhere 

and pop some brews and and build a fire.

We sit around the fire and Kurtle tells the one 

about two cowboys walkin' into a bar 

and Kurtle's kid brother talks about tryin' to find a job 

and Colt points out Ursa Major and Cassiopeia.

As the fire dies down the talk

kinda shifts gears and drifts off in a new direction.

I reckon the glow of embers on a starry night shakes loose 

the kind of thoughts a man normally keeps to himself.