Teksty: Pat Benatar. Shooting Star.

Man loves woman, man marries woman
Man and woman have children
Man leaves woman in search of self
Man realizes how important woman is and returns

He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it

And she took him off the streets
And she dried his tears of grieving
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believing

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star she was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy

He was dancing to some music
No one else had ever heard
He'd speak in unknown languages
She'd translate every word

And when the world was laughing
At his castles in the sky
She'd hold him in her body
And he once again would fly

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star she was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy

But she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son
She was a mother and a wife and a lover when the day was done
Well, he was too far gone for giving love what he'd offer in its stead
Was the knowledge she was the only thing that was not in his head

He took off East one morning in the rising sun's red glow
She knew he was going nowhere but of course she let him go
As she stood and watched him dwindle much too empty to be sad
He reappeared beside her and said, "You're all I've ever had"

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star she was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy

Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star she was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy, holy