Shooting Star

He was crazy of course
 From the first she must have known it
 But still she went on with him
 And she never once had shown it
 And she took him off the street
 And she dried his tears of grieving
 She listened to his visions
 She believed in his believe-ins
 Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
 And she was the moon shining back his light a little
 He was a shooting star
 She was softer and more slowly
 He could not make things possible
 But, she could make them holy
 He was dancing to some music
 No one else had ever heard
 He'd speak in unknown languages
 She would translate every word
 And then when the world was laughing
 At his castles in the sky
 She'd hold him in her body
 Till he once again could fly
 Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
 And she was the moon shining back his light a little
 He was a shooting star
 She was softer and more slowly
 He could not make things possible
 But, she could make them holy
 Well, she gave him a daughter
 And she gave him a son
 She was a mother, and a wife,
 And a lover when the day was done
 He was too far gone for giving love
 What he offered in its stead
 Was the knowledge she was the only thing
 That was not in his head
 He took off East one morning
 Towards the rising sun's red glow
 She knew he was going nowhere
 But of course she let him go
 And as she stood and watched him dwindle
 Much too empty to be sad
 He reappeared beside her saying,
 "You're all I've ever had"
 Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
 And she was the moon shining back his light a little
 He was a shooting star
 She was softer and more slowly
 He could not make things possible
 But, she could make them holy
 Holy