One lonely highway, one lonely road
One lonely child - standing in the middle of the road
Two men on horses, two more on foot
Two million marching around to the sound of a beating drum
Three fleeing angels, while the foghorns blow
Three little voices from birds singing below
Four feet from the dance floor, under a disco ball
Four cycle systems surround to the sound of a beating drum
Five more reasons to climb up that ladder and jump
Oh, but what a shame, that not a soul looks up
Five guys eating pizza, five books of Moe
Sixth sign of arrival, the Messiah...plays his 12-String Guitar
Seven are the days of the week that go
Seven angels in heaven , seventy Elders dontcha know
Eight times did you sacrifice with sin crouching at your door
Eight gates, tall wall -- don't matter anymore
Nine months of labour, later eighteen more
Nine innings in a ball game, nine on the floor
Ten laws that Moses holds and a Golden Calf that you eat
I see stars in the sky and eleven in Joseph's Dream...Let em shine on me
Eleven minutes, eleven strings on a twelve string guitar
Minus one is ten on the E string but at least I got this far
Think no ones watching, watching as you sleep
The Lion, The King, The Sphinx and The Kinks
Will forever be within the brink of a
Dun, dun, dun, n-nah, n-naaaaa...Na, na, na, na, naaaa
Twelve Constellations but only one Southern Cross
Aw, but what a shame that not a soul looks up
The Mountain high up in the sky, the cold air on your cheek
Twelve Tribes that symbolize every person that you meet!
Ari Selinger - 12 Constellations Lyrics
Ari Selinger - 12 Constellations Lyrics
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One lonely highway, one lonely road
One lonely child - standing in the middle of the road
Two men on horses, two more on foot
Two million marching around to the sound of a beating drum
Three fleeing angels, while the foghorns blow
Three little voices from birds singing below
Four feet from the dance floor, under a disco ball
Four cycle systems surround to the sound of a beating drum
Five more reasons to climb up that ladder and jump
Oh, but what a shame, that not a soul looks up
Five guys eating pizza, five books of Moe
Sixth sign of arrival, the Messiah...plays his 12-String Guitar
Seven are the days of the week that go
Seven angels in heaven , seventy Elders dontcha know
Eight times did you sacrifice with sin crouching at your door
Eight gates, tall wall -- don't matter anymore
Nine months of labour, later eighteen more
Nine innings in a ball game, nine on the floor
Ten laws that Moses holds and a Golden Calf that you eat
I see stars in the sky and eleven in Joseph's Dream...Let em shine on me
Eleven minutes, eleven strings on a twelve string guitar
Minus one is ten on the E string but at least I got this far
Think no ones watching, watching as you sleep
The Lion, The King, The Sphinx and The Kinks
Will forever be within the brink of a
Dun, dun, dun, n-nah, n-naaaaa...Na, na, na, na, naaaa
Twelve Constellations but only one Southern Cross
Aw, but what a shame that not a soul looks up
The Mountain high up in the sky, the cold air on your cheek
Twelve Tribes that symbolize every person that you meet!
One lonely child - standing in the middle of the road
Two men on horses, two more on foot
Two million marching around to the sound of a beating drum
Three fleeing angels, while the foghorns blow
Three little voices from birds singing below
Four feet from the dance floor, under a disco ball
Four cycle systems surround to the sound of a beating drum
Five more reasons to climb up that ladder and jump
Oh, but what a shame, that not a soul looks up
Five guys eating pizza, five books of Moe
Sixth sign of arrival, the Messiah...plays his 12-String Guitar
Seven are the days of the week that go
Seven angels in heaven , seventy Elders dontcha know
Eight times did you sacrifice with sin crouching at your door
Eight gates, tall wall -- don't matter anymore
Nine months of labour, later eighteen more
Nine innings in a ball game, nine on the floor
Ten laws that Moses holds and a Golden Calf that you eat
I see stars in the sky and eleven in Joseph's Dream...Let em shine on me
Eleven minutes, eleven strings on a twelve string guitar
Minus one is ten on the E string but at least I got this far
Think no ones watching, watching as you sleep
The Lion, The King, The Sphinx and The Kinks
Will forever be within the brink of a
Dun, dun, dun, n-nah, n-naaaaa...Na, na, na, na, naaaa
Twelve Constellations but only one Southern Cross
Aw, but what a shame that not a soul looks up
The Mountain high up in the sky, the cold air on your cheek
Twelve Tribes that symbolize every person that you meet!
Writer: Ari Selinger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid