| Yesterday, with the weight of the world off my mind, |
| I left the human race to its heart-aching grind. |
| That’s no shame, and if solitaire is our game, |
| we’re committing no crime. |
| We’re only wasting our own time. |
| And we are like falling stars — |
| sky high to the ground. |
| Let there be hallelujahs sung, |
| like no other sound from this world. |
| With today came a heavy dose of the blues, |
| lurking like tomorrow in yesterday’s news. |
| History may make no mention of us. |
| With summertime in our eyes, |
| we’ll fade away on the sunrise. |
| And we are like falling stars — |
| sky high to the ground. |
| Let there be hallelujahs sung, |
| like no other sound from this world. |
| And we’re committing no crime. |
| We’re only wasting our own time. |
| And we are like falling stars — |
| sky high to the ground. |
| Let there be hallelujahs sung, |
| like no other sound from this world. |