The sun is setting quietly
The day is nearly gone
The moments pass
A wondering, the coming of a dawn
The confusion of the times we face
All hold their simple truths
No one knows the path we're on
In the search to find our roots
But all the times rush back to me
Trembling from the past
A momentary fear within
And searching once again
Do you hear them
Do you hear them
Do you hear the stars, They sing at night
Calling our dreams to them.
And the search for the thing I can call real
Like a laugh or a tear or a song that I feel
Things that shout and say, "Please hear me."
The one on the corner with Bible in hand
Shouting his word, the Gospel can plan
Leaving a hint that maybe our God is in debt
But the misunderstandings of an earlier time
Leave a shred of doubt.
Maybe the way is never really clear
We're inside, looking out
Do you hear them
Do you hear them
Do you hear the stars, They sing at night
Calling our dreams to them
Quietly, the pages turn
Of all unanswered songs
Written in quiet desperation
"Will someone hear my call?"
The times are reflective solitude
Which each of us must bear
Contained within this single truth
To begin we must start here
And the shriveled, dying, fated rose
Returning to the dust
The moment of a life, that is
Is all that remains of us
Do you hear them
And do you hear them
Do you hear the stars, They sing at night
Calling our dreams to them
And do you see them
And do you see them
And do you see the stars, they're shining at night
Lighting a way to begin.
