Shooting Star

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 grievin'

She listened to his visions

She believed in his believin'

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, 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, holy

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 givin' 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 and more slowly

He could not make things possible

But, she could make them holy, holy