OUT here where
the stars like to shine
I will hear your tale
if you will listen to mine

How a love that we followed
on it's wayward course
just never suspected
could outlive its source

How quickly we discover
ourselves tumbling down
awake to the slights and
the cuts we have found

Which work better than any
fraction of particular kindness
we too soon found ourselves
suffering from night blindness

Wandering under these stars
that we had hoped might lead
in our search for a new land
where young lovers concede

We surrender to the inexorable defeat
of passion for that kindness so sweet