harry chapin
shooting star
He was crazy of course  From the first she must have known it  But still she went on with him   And she never once had shown it  And she took him off the street  And she dried his tears of grieving   She listened to his visions  She believed in his believe-ins   Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle  And she was the moon shining back his light a little  He was a shooting star  She was softer and more slowly   He could not make things possible  But, she could make them holy  He was dancing to some music  No one else had ever heard   He'd speak in unknown languages  She would translate every word  And then when the world was laughing  At his castles in the sky   She'd hold him in her body  Till he once again could fly  Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle  And she was the moon shining back his light a little   He was a shooting star  She was softer and more slowly  He could not make things possible  But, she could make them holy   Well, she gave him a daughter  And she gave him a son  She was a mother, and a wife,  And a lover when the day was done   He was too far gone for giving love  What he offered in its stead  Was the knowledge she was the only thing  That was not in his head   He took off East one morning  Towards the rising sun's red glow  She knew he was going nowhere  But of course she let him go   And as she stood and watched him dwindle  Much too empty to be sad  He reappeared beside her saying,  "You're all I've ever had"   Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle  And she was the moon shining back his light a little  He was a shooting star  She was softer and more slowly   He could not make things possible  But, she could make them holy  Holy