I look up at the stars, see them working hard
No time off, they never get a weekend
I wonder if they’d mind, or if they’d cease to shine
If there were no-one here to see them.
I’d like to build a bridge past the outer rim
To the nearest star, 30 trillion miles or so
To find what I can find or at least to see the light
From the Sun a million years ago.
How can they know all the people that watch them glow, as they hurl their hearts to the great unknown?
Or how thankful we are for each end every star in the great galaxy show.
Soon it seems to me I’m looking at a sea
With Pisces swimming in and out of view
Orion carries on chasing Aries towards the dawn
In his little dipper canoe
To someone far away we’re just a part of their play that begins at the end of every day
As a little dot of white among a million other lights dancing to take their breath away
And how can we know all the people that watch us glow through all of space or right next door?
Or how thankful they are for us being what we are… oh we can never know
How thankful they are for us playing our part…in the great galaxy show