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 wond`ring how,
I`m ever going to write this down.
For the stars
Were 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?