The stars are all too far away to touch.
What god would make a universe so vast?
What lesson to be learned? That life is much
too distant in the future or the past?
The closest stars seem just within my reach;
the closest stars are still too far away.
I only want to give a kiss to each;
I only want to find some way to stay.
But which of us has ever touched a star,
or even stretched to touch the loving sky?
We seal our little lights inside a jar,
and one by one the lights begin to die.
To god, the universe is just a spark;
to me, a point of light, a stretch of dark.
My reach is short; the stars are all so far
What god would make a universe so vast
On Wednesday I’ll be getting in my car
To drive five hundred miles very fast
The closest stars are just within my reach
The closest stars are still so far away
I only want to give a kiss to each
I only want to find some way to stay
What man of you has ever touched a star
Or even stretched to touch the loving sky
You seal your little lights inside a jar
And one by one your lights begin to die
To god, the universe is just a spark
But I will drive on Wednesday through the dark