I'm going home to see the stars
City nights are gunpowder
The neon, noise and people
Like fireworks we explode
Drowning out the darkness
Now I'm going home to see the stars
The fantastic push
of the pent up energy
of thousands of people
intoxicates more than wine
But I'm going home to see the stars
That vaulted cathedral
of childhood memories
The bible black nights
and snow white stars
That's why I'm going home to see the stars
To see them salted across the sky
unfettered by noise and motion
to realize the vastness of the night sky
and the true size of my problems
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