A Star Is Bored

He gets up in the darkness
 And he calls out, "Where am I?"
 He looks down from the heavens
 And he's tired of the sky
 Five hundred lonely years ago
 He shone blue and bright
 And it's killing him to know
 That you're seeing it tonight
 In his room no one blesses
 He undresses his award
 To the moon he confesses,
 "I'm going down there for sure"
 A star is bored
 He's dreaming in the valley
 And he's shaking in the stream
 He's shining in the alley
 And they're kissing his golden feet
 They ask him, "Are you famous?"
 "You've answered that, you know"
 They tell him he looks nervous
 He says, "You look too close"
 And the place where he's staying
 Shoves his dinner in the hall
 The number that he's dialing
 He'll really wanna call
 He gets down and starts praying
 Like they taught him, to the wall, "Oh, Lord"
 A star is bored.