For the Sovereign of Stars

There is a throne that stands empty.
A blast couch, a backstage lounger, a barstool, a bedside by the radio,
a soft green hill from which to watch the stars.
 

Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight, the stars look very different today.

What could I do? I'm floating in a most peculiar way.

Lost and lonely,
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream.
As they try to change their worlds, they're quite aware of what they're going through.

Though we were strangers till now, we're choosing the path between the stars.

He really made the grade.
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend. He'll be there for us as the world falls down.
He told us not to blow it, because he knows it's all worthwhile.
And I'm just gonna have to be a different man.

Turn, and face the strange. Look out your window; I can see his light.

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