Shooting Star

Em
He was crazy, of course
         C
From the first she must have known it
    D                 Bm
But still she went on with him
        G              Em
And she never once had shown it
Em
And she took him off the street
        C
And she dried his tears of grieving
    D               Bm
She listened to his visions
      G               Em
She believed in his believing

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle
    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
C
He was a shooting star
Bm
She was softer and more slowly
   A
He could not make things possible
    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy

Em
He was dancing to some music
       C
No one else had ever heard
     D                Bm
He'd speak in unknown languages
              G               Em
And she would translate every word
Em
And when the world was laughing
       C
At his castles in the sky
      D               Bm
She'd hold him in her body
         G                Em
Until he once again could fly

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle
    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
C
He was a shooting star
Bm
She was softer and more slowly
   A
He could not make things possible
    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy

    G                           E
She gave him a daughter and she gave him a son
          Bm
She was a mother and a wife
      Em
And a lover when the day was done
           G
He was too far gone for giving love
        D
What he offered in its stead
        Bm
Was the knowledge she was the only thing
     Em             G     D   Em
That was not in his head

Em
He took off east one morning
            C
Towards the rising sun's red glow
    D                 Bm
She knew he was going nowhere
       G                  Em
But of course she let him go
Em
And as she stood and watched him dwindle
         C
Much too empty to be sad
   D            Bm
He reappeared beside her
               G             Em
Saying "You're all I've ever had"

C
He was the sun burning bright and brittle
    D
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
C
He was a shooting star
Bm
She was softer and more slowly
   A
He could not make things possible
    C                              Em
But she could make them holy, Holy

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