The Same Stars

There’s a literal way that you can take everything I say
We could end this right now if you want it that way, but you don’t want it that
way
East coast stories out of books breed ugly, hateful looks in the streets of New
York and LA
Where there’s got to be some kind of institution, but all I see are problems
without the solutions, and
God don’t make things that you can rearrange
But that’s okay, because I can’t take the change
And I’ll be happy when my friends don’t go
When we’re in this town for good I’ll know
I’ll see you somewhere, like Saturdays on museum stairs
And in friends' cars and outside of Irish bars and underneath the same stars
That lit our situations, our impulses and our hesitations
And that will shine on me when this all works out like your planned and I can
tell you that I understand, 'cause
God don’t make things that you can rearrange
But that’s okay, because I can’t take the change
And I’ll be happy when my friends don’t go
When we’re in this town for good I’ll know