Harry Chapin - Shooting Star Lyrics
He was crazy of courseFrom the first she must have known itBut still she went on with himAnd she never once had shown itAnd she took him off the streetAnd she dried his tears of grievingShe listened to his visionsShe believed in his believe-insOh, he was the sun burning bright and brittleAnd she was the moon shining back his light a littleHe was a shooting starShe was softer and more slowlyHe could not make things possibleBut, she could make them holyHe was dancing to some musicNo one else had ever heardHe'd speak in unknown languagesShe would translate every wordAnd then when the world was laughingAt his castles in the skyShe'd hold him in her bodyTill he once again could flyOh, he was the sun burning bright and brittleAnd she was the moon shining back his light a littleHe was a shooting starShe was softer and more slowlyHe could not make things possibleBut, she could make them holyWell, she gave him a daughterAnd she gave him a sonShe was a mother, and a wife,And a lover when the day was doneHe was too far gone for giving loveWhat he offered in its steadWas the knowledge she was the only thingThat was not in his headHe took off East one morningTowards the rising sun's red glowShe knew he was going nowhereBut of course she let him goAnd as she stood and watched him dwindleMuch too empty to be sadHe reappeared beside her saying,"You're all I've ever had"Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittleAnd she was the moon shining back his light a littleHe was a shooting starShe was softer a
