My hero has landed back on mars.
His love left written in the stars.
That rebel heart that beats for us-
We've lost so many, I miss you, Bowie.

I want to go where the lost stars went,
Where the sky is made of glitter, and the seas of gel,
And the earth is pliant and gold
I want to go where dreams are corporeal and silver tinged,
Where the men color their eyelashes, purple and blue,
And the beds are made of feathers and the juice of plum wine,
I want to go where no one is alone, and the music boxes play,
Such sweet melodies of old love, encompassing love,
And you can travel the world in just one day
I want to go where the greatest stories went,
Where they color their world with watercolor sunsets every night,
And the found owls and water rats cry to the moon, so close you could hold it
I want to go, oh I want to go.

When you left them, they all gathered
On a moonlit night,
Their hearts as candles to the vigil
And their mothers swooned, when they heard the news,
And their daughters sang a rock-n-roll Hallelujah.

Your words came back to them,

And the salt from the tears wept over your star,
All the glitter swept up from the wind,
Though the flowers have all dried out,
The streets you walked will never be the same.
You're still changing us all over again, to-day,
May your music forever play