FALLING STARS W/M: Bob Bennett The moon's turned up Like a paper cup Catching falling stars And the lines on the highway Are dancing in a row For passing cars People living out another day Behind the wheel Out of control Sick to the soul Like falling stars The lights are burning On the street tonight Like the world's on fire Take a number at the gallows And string yourself up By your own desires Countless patrons try to ride their dreams Like a ferris wheel But it's out of control Sick to its circular soul Like falling stars The time is coming When the heavens will fall Into the street And falling stars and falling stars Will finally meet The game is over There are no more chances Upon the wheel It's out of control As you watch your soul As you watch your soul Go down Like falling stars