I brought a girl a moonbeam
To decorate her daydream
When what she really wanted was the sun
I don't know what it all meant
I got back to my basement
To finish all the work that I'd begun

The light from a dying star
Will not reach you until it's far far too late

But that night we'll see what beautiful can be
That night we'll see what beautiful can be

In the glow of earthshine
I tangled up my straight line
Then the shooting star I'd hoped for went through me
She tapped my basement window
There was no way I could know
The roof would slip the grip of gravity

The light from a dying star
Will not reach you until it's far far too late

But that night we'll see what beautiful can be
That night we'll see what beautiful can be
That night we'll see what beautiful can be
That night we'll see what beautiful can be

©2009 John Newlands