In the dark, all the stars show up
Oh, some of them burn out
Or fall, that night I wanted it all
Like a child, I believed in desire
Been searching your motives
Every foolish song she sung
Oh, it was hers I always singing
But I don't know it anymore
Out the window the wind is whipping
The ground has turned to desert now
And nothing grows and you're welcome
But that doesn't end with us naked in your bed
I'll be the fool although I don't want to be
Always reaching but not home yet