Virginia Dare - Big Creek Lyrics

Pack up the truck and rev up yr' engine
The talk of the town ain't my kind of religion

I'm going to Big Creek where I'll be alright
Yes I'm going to Big Creek where the stars shoot satellites

Fighter jets fall absolved from destruction
Rusted and mute they point the direction

I'm going to Big Creek, where I'll be alright
Yes I'm going to Big Creek where the stars shoot satellites

Ponies still run where lovers lie sleeping
Out here in the dark you might forgive me

I'm going to Big Creek, where I'll be alright
Yes I'm going to Big Creek where the stars shoot satellites

Late in the day, the wise man of the mountain will pour me a drink way out on the fault line

I'm going to Big Creek, where I'll be alright
Yes I'm going to Big Creek where the stars shoot satellites