He was crazy of course

From the first she must have known it

But still she went on with him

And she never once had shown it

And she took him off the street

And she dried his tears of grieving

She listened to his visions

She believed in his believe-ins



Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle

And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer and more slowly

He could not make things possible

But, she could make them holy



He was dancing to some music

No one else had ever heard

He'd speak in unknown languages

She would translate every word

And then when the world was laughing

At his castles in the sky

She'd hold him in her body

Till he once again could fly



Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle

And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer and more slowly

He could not make things possible

But, she could make them holy



Well, she gave him a daughter

And she gave him a son

She was a mother, and a wife,

And a lover when the day was done

He was too far gone for giving love

What he offered in its stead

Was the knowledge she was the only thing

That was not in his head



He took off East one morning

Towards the rising sun's red glow

She knew he was going nowhere

But of course she let him go

And as she stood and watched him dwindle

Much too empty to be sad

He reappeared beside her saying,

"You're all I've ever had"



Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle

And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer a