I saw a shooting star last night on my way home.

It fell like a tear from its heavenly dome.

It reminded me that I am mad at my God.

I believed, I prayed, but it was all fraud.

I brought her to church

I held her when she cried

We made such sweet love

And she still left like the tide.

It all felt so right

surely she's the one,

she turned the switch off.

And my faith is now done.


It was the straw that broke the dying camel's back

I was too off course, I won't make it back

If you're not the one then no one else will

Your shoes, like your presence, were to big to fill.