Deborah Grabien
I've been noticing a funny trendgot no clue when it's likely to end
not anytime soon: I shoot at the moon
and when I screw it up I start all over again.
Nothing to see here, move along
They tell me life goes on, but they could be wrong
Life takes a toll, puts you down that hole
And maybe that's exactly where we all belong
Star light, don't you shine so bright
I prefer the shadows, and the dark of the night
Everyone who thinks that I'm doing all right
Hate to burst your bubble, but
It's just a trick of the light.
Occasional moans, occasional screams
The dumpster out back is full of hopes and dreams
Cover your ears, pretend you don't hear
Just remember nothing's ever really what it seems.
"Out of Business" sign hanging over the door
Tell me, why should I fight, I don't care anymore
Picking my way going day to day
I wish I knew exactly what I'm doing this for
Star light, don't you shine so bright
I prefer the shadows, and the dark of the night
For everyone saying that I'm doing all right
Hate to burst your bubble, but
It's just a trick of the light.
Out in the alley, I go down on my ass
Love and expectation and broken glass
I get up slow but there's nowhere to go
Trying to believe that this too shall pass
Maybe trend's over, or maybe it's not
These days I seem to be shrugging a lot
The moon's overhead, the shadows run red
Long deep breath and give it one last shot
Star light, don't you shine so bright
I prefer the shadows, and the dark of the night
For everyone saying that I'm doing all right
Hate to burst your bubble, but
It's just a trick of the light.
Just a trick of the light.
© 2014 Deborah Grabien