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12/25/2004

 
To Be A Falling Star
from 11/21/2004

a fine line is drawn
my thoughts are scattered across the lawn
i've got to cut my losses
and get gone
i can see myself in future tense
in the trunk of someone's car
today i should live
like the falling star
that i am

burn bright, all night
this one might be your last

one day in the middle of a sentence
i'll be taken from this
i'll forget what i was going to say
but nevermind i'll be on my way
i can see myself in future tense
leaving the wreckage of a train
as bright as i may burn
death is only a refrain

burn bright, all night
this one might be your last

there's an equation i'm familiar with
all men are mortal
and certainly every woman is
i've made preparations
even picked out a box
tell me, do you know
if i need to carry socks
i can see myself in future tense
at rest as you discuss the events
which transpired
and left me extinguished

burn bright, all night
this one might be your last

a night is coming
which will draw your curtains closed
but with morning darkness goes
and all things are made new
we've received an invitation
i can see myself there
will i see you
join us in tomorrow
when He'll wipe away our sorrow
once and for all
then neither tears nor darkness
will fall again

burn bright, all night
this doesn't have to be the end