Shooting Star Lyrics - Pat Benatar

Description: Man loves woman. Man marries woman. Man and woman have children. Man leaves woman in search of self. Man realizes how important woman is and returns. 

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 streets 

And she dried his tears of grievin'g 

She listened to his visions 

She believed in his believin' 

Ah, 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... 

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He was dancin' to some music 

No one else had ever heard 

He'd speak in unknown languages 

She'd translate every word 

And when the world was laughing 

At his castles in the sky 

She'd hold him in her body 

And he once again would fly 

Ah, 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... 

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But 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 

Well, he was too far gone for giving love 

What he'd offer in its stead 

Was the knowledge she was the only thing 

That was not in his head 

He took off East one morning 

In the rising sun's red glow 

She knew he was going nowhere 

But of course she let him go 

As she stood and watched him dwindle 

Much too empty to be sad 

He reappeared beside her and said, 

"You're all I've ever had" 

Ah, 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 

Ah, 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... 

From the album "Harry Chapin Tribute" (1990) 

Written by: Harry Chapin