Bury your stars, where you’ll always find x 4
Oh I’ve seen stars and I plucked them down
Just to hold my stars, feel them cool right down
And I kept my stars til they crumbled, turned brown
I still play with my stars, yeah I line em up then knock em down.
Would they take my stars when they cleared me out?
Would I break from my stars, when the sparks burn out?
Would I wrap my stars in paper towels?
And arrange my stars, yeah and line them up when I feel down
And on those dulving days, I sometimes wish that I would find them
Lit up the sky and reflecting in wondering eyes
Oh, not here in my hand or restrained by the ground
Known and revealed, neither lost, neither found.
I’ve seen doctors who bury their stars
I’ve seen lawyers who bury their stars
I’ve seen joiners who bury their stars
And policemen who bury their stars
I’ve seen welders who bury their stars
I’ve seen drivers who bury their stars
Ground workers who bury their stars
Graphic designers who bury their stars and I’ve seen the
Greengrocers, pawnbrokers, bookmakers and waiters
Scaffolders, team leaders, stock brokers, stock takers
There’s people on oil rigs and five star cruise liners
The person who leaves the blue soap in urinals
There’s postmen, there’s painters and call centre agents
There’s midwives and milkmen and session musicians
Fish factory workers and dental technicians
And traffic attendants who dream of transcendence!
