Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?
Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.
They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why
And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day
Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh
And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung
And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.
Sometimes sadness is the best inspiration.