Falling Stars

Yesterday, with the weight of the world off my mind,
I left the human race to its heart-aching grind.
That’s no shame, and if solitaire is our game,
we’re committing no crime.
We’re only wasting our own time.
And we are like falling stars —
sky high to the ground.
Let there be hallelujahs sung,
like no other sound from this world.
With today came a heavy dose of the blues,
lurking like tomorrow in yesterday’s news.
History may make no mention of us.
With summertime in our eyes,
we’ll fade away on the sunrise.
And we are like falling stars —
sky high to the ground.
Let there be hallelujahs sung,
like no other sound from this world.
And we’re committing no crime.
We’re only wasting our own time.
And we are like falling stars —
sky high to the ground.
Let there be hallelujahs sung,
like no other sound from this world.