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Moonlight streaks across a picture of Marilyn Monroe While the corn stalks rattle outside her bedroom window A strong Nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat She reads those Bible stories to her calico cat She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream Sees her name on a marquee sign beside James Dean It's the cross against the moon A restless girl in a pink bedroom Sweet seventeen and the silver screens Yellow brick roads and technicolor dreams Nothing's black and white, nothing's wrong or right Just questions that she hopes to answer soon It's the cross against the moon Whoa oh, cross against the moon Oh, yeah Her daddy said Sundays spent in gospel tents Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears So she fights the battle of what she wants to be Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams She looks up to Marilyn says your looking good She puts her Bible in her suitcase, heads off to Hollywood It's the cross against the moon A restless girl in a pink bedroom Sweet seventeen and the silver screens Yellow brick roads and technicolor dreams Nothing's black and white, nothing's wrong or right Just questions that she hopes to answer soon It's the cross against the moon Whoa oh, cross against the moon Cross against the moon Oh oh oh oh oh oh |