when nights are long and my head is full
sometimes i like to go admire the stars
not for their beauty, for all things can be made beautiful
but they help me know that if i work real hard tonight
i can work real hard tomorrow
and if i work hard till then i can pass the test to take me to medical school,
and after medical school i can work real hard again
and soon i'll be the wealthiest woman in the midwest
rich enough to buy the stars im gazing upon
rich enough to take myself to the moon
rich enough to pay the poor out of their misery
but my wealth would be spent on a satallite
to spy on you as you wait for the fond hello that may never come
you'd be safe in my invisible arms as i gazed from afar,
no longer admiring the stars,
but the stars in your eyes

when nights are long and my head is full
sometimes i like to go admire the stars
not for their beauty, for all things can be made beautiful
but the stars in your eyes