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