Laying here under the dark sky,
Eyes spying for a falling star.

Space rocks are my last hope,
Falling of their orbit into the atmosphere.

Burning up on the way down,
Releasing hope and dreams.

Almost always ending up as simple stardust,
Sometimes though they land solid.

Maybe I'm to cliché for you,
Listen to me then we can maybe leave.

All this bad reality behind me,
Build a future from dreams.

Instead of bulding dreams,
From the future ahead.