A Star Is Bored - Paul Westerberg

He gets up in the darkness

And he calls out, «where am i?

«He looks down from the heavens

And hes tired of the sky

Five hundred lonely years ago

He shone blue and bright

And its killing him to know

That youre seeing it tonight

In his room no one blesses

He undresses his award

To the moon he confesses,

«im going down there for sure»

A star is bored

Hes dreaming in the valley

And hes shaking in the stream

Hes shining in the alley

And theyre kissing his golden feet

They ask him, «are you famous?

««youve answered that, you know»

They tell him he looks nervous

He says, «you look too close»

And the place where hes staying

Shoves his dinner in the hall

The number that hes dialing

Hell really wanna call

He gets down and starts praying

Like they taught him, to the wall, «oh, lord»

A star is bored.