Em He was crazy, of course
>From the C first she must have known it
But D still she went on Bm with him
And she G never once had Em shown it
And she took him off the street
And she C dried his tears of grieving
She D listened to his Bm visions
She be G lieved in his be Em lieving
C He was the sun burning bright and brittle
And D she was the moon shining back his light a little
C He was a shooting star
Bm She was softer and more slowly
He A could not make things possible
But C she could make them holy, Holy Em
Em He was dancing to some music
No one C else had ever heard
He'd D speak in unknown Bm languages
And she would G translate every Em word
And when the world was laughing
At his C castles in the sky
She'd D hold him in her Bm body
Until he G once again could Em fly
C He was the sun burning bright and brittle
And D she was the moon shining back his light a little
C He was a shooting star
Bm She was softer and more slowly
He A could not make things possible
But C she could make them holy, Holy Em
She G gave him a daughter and she D gave him a son
She was a Bm mother and a wife
And a Em lover when the day was done
He was to G far gone for giving love
What he D offered in its stead
Was the Bm knowledge she was the only thing
That Em was not in his G head D - Em
Em He took off east one morning
Towards the C rising sun's red glow
She D knew he was going Bm nowhere
But of G course she let him Em go
And as she stood and watched him dwindle
Much too C empty to be sad
He D reappeared be Bm side her
Saying "You're G all I've ever Em had"
C He was the sun burning bright and brittle
And D she was the moon shining back his light a little
C He was a shooting star
Bm She was softer and more slowly
He A could not make things possible
But C she could make them holy, Holy Em
