confessions-of-the-youth-outcast

No one seems to think too much of me hereAnd their glad to tell it to my faceAnd they know i'm not supposed to be hereI'm completely out of placeSome how there has got to be a reasonEven as I try and think it throughThere's a bolt, from the blueand i see a shooting starset apart from all the restwhile the other stars are standing stillhe's on a questevery night this shooting stardance across the twilight skycos he knows he doesn't quite fit inand he's longing to know whyi feel so much better when it's night timethat's when i can sorta disappearwhen the sun is set is the right timefor pretending i'm not heresometimes i just stare into the heavenswondering if the answer is in sightthat's when i see the lightof my shooting staron his way to who knows wherehe's the one like all the starshe outshines up thereand the solitary staris an awful lot like meon an endless search through time and spacefor a place that won't seem wrongif we both hang on for long enoughwe both somehow are strong enoughwe'll fing our real, real loveevery night this shooting stardance across the twilight skycos he knows he doesn't quite fit inand he's longing to know why...