Stars, they come and go.
They come fast, ‘n slow.
They go like the last light of the sun,
All in a blaze.
And all you see is glory.
Hey, but it gets loney there,
When there’s no one here to share.
We can shake it away,
If you’ll hear a story.

(…)

Perhaps they have a soul
They’re not afraid to bare.
Or perhaps there’s nothing there.

(…)

And anyway, that isn’t really,
What I meant to say.
I meant to tell a story.
I live from day to day.

(…)

And we always have a story.