He gets up in the darkness
And he calls out, "Where am I?"
He looks down from the heavens

And he's tired of the sky

Five hundred lonely years ago

He shone blue and bright
And it's killing him to know
That you're seeing it tonight


In his room no one blesses
He undresses his award

To the moon he confesses,
"I'm going down there for sure"


A star is bored

He's dreaming in the valley

And he's shaking in the stream
He's shining in the alley
And they're kissing his golden feet


They ask him, "Are you famous?"
"You've answered that, you know"

They tell him he looks nervous
He says, "You look too close"


And the place where he's staying
Shoves his dinner in the hall
The number that he's dialing

He'll really want to call
He gets down and starts praying
Like they taught him, to the wall, "Oh, Lord"


A star is bored.