Your star will shine tonight
Mine will sit it out
Clouds and contrails testify beyond a lonesome doubt
A little more of everything, strong but not too tough
Pulled the threads out from the seams
That held the whole thing up
Less ain't always more
You can bar the door
But when its gone its gone, for good
A shoebox stash of photographs
And words that dry up slow
Nothing's bound to stick around, that's got the will to go