A Star Is Bored

He gets up in the darkness And he calls out, "Where am I?" He looks down from the heavens And he's tired of the sky Five hundred lonely years ago He shone blue and bright And it's killing him to know That you're seeing it tonight In his room no one blesses He undresses his award To the moon he confesses "I'm going down there for sure" A star is bored He's dreaming in the valley And he's shaking in the stream He's shining in the alley And they're kissing his golden feet They ask him, "Are you famous?" "You've answered that, you know" They tell him he looks nervous He says, "You look too close" And the place where he's staying Shoves his dinner in the hall The number that he's dialing He'll really wanna call He gets down and starts praying Like they taught him, to the wall, "Oh, Lord" A star is bored