THE LAST STAR OF THE NIGHT

The last star is the sky tonight
Was hanging low but it was shining bright
Fighting against all odds to light the day
Soon the mighty sun would rise
Obliterating everything in our eyes
A fireball of change in a brand new day

Dawn was near and with it came
The death of dreams – the end of the game
The lonesome cowboy long gone fades away
I was restless – I was pure
Pure energy and what’s more
I’d seen the passing ships – I moved aside

A moment had come and relieved my doubts
I lay in bed – I figure it all out
I wrestled infinity down to the circle of life
There would be endings – that was clear
And everything I knew would someday disappear
The sun would burn its course like a hickory match

I’ve lived three lifetimes maybe four
I’ve dined with presidents – I’ve loved a whore
I saw my own wealth rejected by the worst of thieves
I’ve fed on lust and arrogance
I turned my back on my best friends
And still it seems I had no other choice

My fortune is written in the stars
My destiny in the six strings of a guitar
One thing is certain – I never gave up hope
I lived through death and grief so sharp
It left its scars right across my heart
Only birth relieved me of my pain

I’ve collected wives like I’ve collected paintings
Although that’s not really at all the same thing
The canvas may dry but the love I knew still flows
For the ingenue, for the abandoned girl
The farmer’s daughter oh they all knew
The best of me so enraptured by their love charms

The morning sky just a slight shade lighter
The last star is shining even brighter
Oh what a lovely light a poetess might say
Give this young boy half a chance
Fellini’s ghost dances with the duchess of Romance
Pinwheels Carthwheels and stretched in the echoes of time

It’s a dance of Grace then a dance of shame
The couples split – then they come back together again
For a last hurrah – for the shedding of the skin
A young man in a white suit stands
Twenty-one candles he clasps his hands
His brother in black sits behind him wise for his age

Oh my regrets they haunt me tonight
I stand in the field of dreams where I lost the fight
The casualties as stiff as the Civil War
Cling to the wreckage that’s what I’ve been told
Here’s your piece of the pie – Now take good hold
So much more remains at the end of the day

A hundred years – all new faces
Taking up space in the same old places
If memory was bliss now who would carry on
The last time I looked through my window’s foggy glass
The last star was there even more truly the last
A beat of light ceaselessly into the past