The stars were so much brighter then,
they dim and die
So why pretend
the sky goes on forever.

But if they fade as science teaches,
Poets lose the power of speech
waste paper, ink and feather

If I'd taken up the trumpet
as I should have done
Then I wouldn't be
always losing sleep
while I'm trying to make this rhyme

For the stars were so much
they were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
What's the use of me trying
for the stars?

The morning comes
the days are just the time between
until the dusk
when we can be together

If I'd taken up the drums
and I could play in time.
If I had the power
Would I be wondering how
I'm ever going to be write this down.

For the stars wree so much
They were so much brighter then
If I couldn't put a price on your head
Then what's the use of me trying
for the stars?