So here they are, these heroes, these giants Holding there over our affairs, heedless to the human cares Like spotlights, a backdrop for performance Wishing I could be so clear, certain to shine and charge the night Where all these roles I play, whatever the mean to me (The father the son or the man on the run) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight Starstruck? Are we starstruck? Starstruck? Are we starstruck? On this dark stage, over the years We have featured, And we have played, strutting a fretful, anxious hour This cold cloud hangs like a curtain "A bowl inverted is the sky, where wise men as captives lie" Where all the world I'm told, whatever they mean to me (The truth, the lies, and the noise in-between) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight The signs in the stars, twilight for the idols Portents for emperors, astrologers and their lore Vagabonds and dreamers, sharing their glory With the bold men of science and a love of the metaphysical Where all these roles I play, whatever they mean to me ("The stars incline us, but they do not bind us") (Astra inclinant, sed not obligant) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight Start-struck? Are we starstruck? Start-struck? Are we starstruck?