Shooting Stars

The shooting stars (the shooting stars)
The shooting stars (the shooting stars)
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go
Take a while, figure it out
Tell me what it's all about
If you know
Where do they go
On a plane
Headed to nowhere
She said we'll understand when we get there
Where do they go
Your words are now falling
Through time and you're watching
The clock but
It's all in your mind
You come from Hollywood
I should say that's where good but
It's hard to take a stand
When you're falling in line
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go (as they fade away)
Where do all the shooting stars go (day after day)
Sky's the limit, but they small
First in line, ready to go
I got my backpack, next to
I'm moving, no choice but life in
Am I wrong, am I right
All along, it was like
A genie can see me, waiting above
To send down an angel to give me that love
And the lights they shine, upon my face
And the kites they fly, across the space
And I hold on tight, with all my grip
And I close my eyes, to make my wish
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go
Where do all the shooting stars go (as they fade away)
Where do all the shooting stars go (day after day)
Your words are now falling
Through time and you're watching
The clock but
It's all in your mind
You come from Hollywood
I should say that's where good
But it's hard to take a stand
When you're falling in line
And the lights they shine, upon my face
And the kites they fly, across the space
And I hold on tight, with all my grip
And I close my eyes, to make my wish