Stars are nice they make my nights lighter as we sit upon this roof, looking for Mars and The Truth. I take out my telescope hoping It would maybe help me cope with the misaligning stars in my life. As I stand here waiting, wishing, wanting to take off and go star hopping. Start the count down: three, two, one. Let's go! I spy a lightning bug, not a very frightening one. (At least, not especially.) Just flies up in the sky doesn't ask who, what, when, or why. Why can't I be more like that? And I feel bad for Pluto; he doesn't get much kudos for his size, being a little guy. Sometimes I feel like that inside. As I stand here waiting, wishing, wanting to take off and go star hopping. Start the count down: three, two, one. Let's go! You get the pencil and I will get the paper We'll sketch us up a plan and we'll make it out together You get the pencil and I will get the paper We'll sketch us up a plan and we'll make it out together. But for now we'll stand here waiting, wishing, wanting to take off and go star hopping. Start the count down: three, two, one. Let's go.