When I was young I looked upon the stars
And heard that they were old

Moments slip quietly to minutes
While days blur into years

When twenty winters past I looked again upon the stars
And felt that they were cold

I tried to take my time
Always walk from place to place

But the ground must move beneath me
How quickly I seem to run around the sun

Moments slip quietly to minutes
While memories fade into dreams

When I was young I gazed upon the stars
And listened as they told me that they were old

But here I am looking up one final time
So old that I'm alone

And they are still all together
As bright as when I first looked up

Perhaps we have it wrong
And we are old not them

For I'm no longer there to look upon the stars
While they wander ever on

As we insist upon running around the sun
Claiming that we are young