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Pat Benatar - Shooting Star

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Description: man loves woman. man marries woman. man and woman have children. man leaves woman in search of self. man realizes how important woman is and returns.



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 streets

And she dried his tears of grieving

She listened to his visions

She believed in his believin



Ah, 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...



He was dancin to some music

No one else had ever heard

Hed speak in unknown languages

Shed translate every word

And when the world was laughing

At his castles in the sky

Shed hold him in her body

And he once again would fly



Ah, 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...



But 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

Well, he was too far gone for giving love

What hed offer in its stead

Was the knowledge she was the only thing

That was not in his head



He took off east one morning

In the rising suns red glow

She knew he was going nowhere

But of course she let him go

As she stood and watched him dwindle

Much too empty to be sad

He reappeared beside her and said,

"youre all Ive ever had"



Ah, 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

Ah, 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...



From the album "harry chapin tribute" (1990)

Written by: harry chapin

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