I never wrote a book like the ones I like to read

'Cos aiming for the stars, well, it brings me to my knees

I thought I handled sin when it was sin that handled me

When I thought I saw the light

I couldn't see the wood for the trees



There's a man on the moon

and he says that he's not coming down

But he's thinking of you every time the world spins around



I could never eat enough so I bit the hand that fed

Always talked too much but most was left unsaid



I lost friends and influenced no-one

Announced the ending before it was over

Fought accusations that I was jaded

But I look at the stars and know their lights already faded