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