Half of it's gone
And half of it goes on and on
Half of it's wrong
And half of it's yours to take along
Well, half here stays
Sweet
And half of it goes out on the street
So tell half of the stars
To go ahead and
Shoot
Themselves
Right out
And keep half of the
Stars
Just keep 'em close
And clear
And lighting up the clouds
Then pray that
Lucky old moon
Just stays high and stays high and stays high