shooting star

oooh, no one seems to think too much of me here, and they're glad to tell it to my face, and though i am not suppose to be here, i'm completely out of place, somehow there has got to be a reason, even as i try to think it through, there's a bold from the blue, and i see a shooting star, set apart from all the rest, while the other stars are standing still, he's on a quest, every night this shooting star, dancing across the twilight sky, cause he knows he doesn't quit fit in, and he's longing to know why, why, i feel so much better when it's night-time, that's when i can sort of disappear, when the sun is set and it's the right time, for pretending i'm not here, sometimes i just start into the heavens, wondering if the answer is inside, that's when i see the light, of my sent that shooting star, on his way to who know's where, he's a one like all the stars, but he outshines out there, and the solitary star, is an awful lot like me, on an endless search through time and space, far a place that won't seem wrong, if we both hang on for long enough, we both somehow are strong enough, we'll find out were we belong, every night this shooting star, dancing across the twilight sky, cause he knows he doesn't quit fit in, and he's longing to know why, know why, why, why, know why