The bed of this truck is not ideal for sleepin' I much prefer my bed at home But the moon has always been my favorite night light So let's lay down and enjoy the show There goes a shooting star, probably headed back to Mars Others glow right where they are, silver dollars in the dark There's only so much you can see looking side to side But how can you not see Jesus when you look at the night sky? Right down that gravel road next to the cornfield Nobody ever passes through Out here there's just no pressure to impress 'em That's what the sky was made to do There goes a shooting star, probably headed back to Mars There goes my restless heart, and my fear of the dark There's only so much you can see looking side to side But how can you not see Jesus when you look at the night sky? We look right and left to find happiness And somethin' we can put our faith in But it's space that declares it Each galaxy flares with the light of the One who designed it Just look up when the sun isn't shinin' The bed of this truck is not ideal for sleepin' But the bed of this truck is perfect for believin'