Shooting Star Lyrics - Harry Chapin

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 

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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 

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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