Shooting Star Lyrics by Pat Benatar

Shooting Star Lyrics

    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 grievin'g
    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
    He'd speak in unknown languages
    She'd translate every word
    And when the world was laughing
    At his castles in the sky
    She'd 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 he'd 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 sun's 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,
    "you're all i've 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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