Lyrics: David Lin
Music: Steven Grove
Arranger: Steven Grove
Used to dream so big, and in color
But the more I saw, the more I started to wonder
Did we fabricate all the numbers
Just to curb the parts of us that might be looking to ponder why and how?
Well, the stars above could betray me
Turn what I believe to possibly a "yes maybe" (no)
Crystal clear may be kinda hazy
But I still believe the clues to investigate
Will soon illuminate
Ooh
A shooting star
Could be a lucky charm
Or maybe it means nothing at all
Its magic spark
Could mend a grieving heart
I don't know anymore
I think I'll be okay
With just a little stardust on me
Waking up from my contemplations
Means that I may find more flaws in my own equations
There are answers up in the ether
At my fingertips, and molecules between
Just bursting at the seams
A shooting star
Could be a lucky charm
Or maybe it means nothing at all
Its magic spark
Could mend a grieving heart
But maybe it's alright
I think I'll be okay
With just a little stardust on me
Shooting stars
And my lucky charms
Could all just mean nothing at all
That elusive spark
Could break a grieving heart
I've known it all along
I know I'll be okay
With just a little stardust
Just a little stardust on me
Snow falls like stardust on me