The Star Song

one of the stars in your eyes has gone out, 
so we lay back on the rooftop 
late at night 
in hopes that a shooting star 
might take root 
in the hole in your head.
and we'll wake up 
in the morning 
being stared down by an ashamed sun,
shamefully covering behind a cloud or two, 
old man you've followed me down, 
you've beaten me down, 
and tonight i got the best of you.