Shooting Star

Man loves woman, man marries woman Man and woman have children Man leaves woman in search of self Man realizes how important woman is and returns 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 streets And she dried his tears of grieving She listened to his visions She believed in his believing Ah, 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'd translate every word And when the world was laughing At his castles in the sky She'd hold him in her body And he once again would fly Ah, 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 But 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 Well, he was too far gone for giving love what he'd offer in its stead Was the knowledge she was the only thing that was not in his head He took off East one morning in the rising sun's red glow She knew he was going nowhere but of course she let him go As she stood and watched him dwindle much too empty to be sad He reappeared beside her and said, "You're all I've ever had" Ah, 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 Ah, 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