Do you know where the stars come from?
Did you see them born in space?
Are you certain you know the sun?
Are you sure of the power it holds?
We've got our books and screens
You've got your scientists and computers
I've got all of the knowledge in my hands
But I'll never read it.
I'll never know it.
They tell us it has to be
They know what it is
The sun was born and they say it'll die
The sun's brothers were born -- they'll die
But only five hundred fifty men have tasted the stars
Five hundred fifty, out of ever-growing billions of scientists
Five hundred fifty, out of our billions of books and screens and computers
We should only shrug and wonder how it tasted
You've said it and heard it and taken it in
You're smart now, because you know how it goes
You can see it from a distance, so now it's clear
Two dimensional dots in the sky; a bigger one to make it day
But do you know where the stars come from?
Did you see them born in space?
Are you certain you know the sun?
Are you sure of the power it holds?
I am not, but I trust there's someone bigger who is
And whoever puts the stars into motion
And whoever puts them to rest
Is better than I
So I will kill my pride and shrug
Then walk for the one I've come to love