I never wrote a book
Like the ones I like to read
'Cos aiming for the stars
Well, it brings me to my knees
I thought I handled sin
When it was sin that handled me
When I thought I saw the light
I couldn't see the wood for the trees
There's a man on the moon
And he says that he's not coming down
But he's thinking of you
Every time the world spins around
I could never eat enough
So I bit the hand that fed
Always talked too much
But most was left unsaid