Is there a star out there made just for me?
Have I met it with the glance of an eye?
The one in broad daylight that I see,
Perched beyond all space and sky
A land vast as countless beginnings
Filled with the deepest of desire
Departing, in my lifeless days
To this star I shall retire.
The shooting star lifts up the dead
As it passes by in full
Only the moon can see ahead
A new star born with every soul.
I'm Running Down A Sunshine River
I’m running down a sunshine river
I’m swimming down a sunshine street
As ears reinvent rhythm
A foot tapping to the ongoing beat.
Music and mayhem hand in hand
Frolicking fields of human history
A grin a pure grip of the pouring sand
Sorting levels of mystery.
Son, life is crooked!
Life is messy!
I can assure you it’s not neat!
Still, I’m running down a sunshine river
I’m swimming down a sunshine street.