Wandering out into the night
A silent star lit mission
To forget the losses of yesterday’s
The costs and cries of contrition
Through the dark and ‘neath the shadow
Of a crescent moon
He journeys alone with naught to guide him
Like the damned unto his tomb
The wing it calls like sirens voice
To pull his eye from the ground
An owl calls from a nearby tree
His folly it has found
He searched for her through all his days
But all he found was blight
He sought the counsel of the wise
Now he stumbles in the night
The sirens voice she calls again
But nowhere is She found
He walks with super footing
As he chases down the sound
With quickened pace he starts to race
The ground becomes uneven
Within the night, increasing fright
In the wake of the sirens call
His spirit enthralled, he trips and falls
Into the dirt and dust
He lifts his head to the stars ahead
And beholds a beautiful light
A Shooting star above so far
So brilliant in the night
It curves across the sky above
Until she’s out of sight
He’ll chase her for she brings him passion
Beyond all reason
Beyond all ration
He’ll chase this shooting star above
He’ll chase her and He’ll call it love
