How come the sun didn't make it today?
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God didn't wake it today?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the sun just comes up out of habit,
Goes down as quick as it can,
These days you just have to grab it
as it goes by.
How come the stars didn't come out tonight?
Are they tired of what they've been shining down on?
Could it be God
had a few doubts tonight?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the stars are just going through motions,
They don't see the point of it all,
They shine, shine, but you get the notion they wonder why.
Maybe the sun saw everyone
pulling his neighbour's hair,
He couldn't rise without the skies filling with filthy air,
Do you suppose that he knows?
That he knows, but he won't tell us?
How come the moon just won't rise up and shine?
Is it tired of what it's been shining down on?
Could it be God couldn't make up his mind?
You couldn't blame him.
Sometimes it feels like the moon's heart just isn't in it,
It gives less than all of its light,
It shines, shines, just when it's greatest
it starts to die.