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The story unfolds upon a cold night
The quiet kind of night we tend to like
So we did what we do all the time
Peek on down “below” at all the sights
Although it is a quiet night, it nonetheless
Appears rascals are making a mess
The ones we see “below” time and again
Rascals we call the humans
The humans appear to work all of the time
They even stay awake into the dead of night
The loud steam-powered trains some of them drive
All lay neatly along the railway line
Today again there is a fight going on
From two factories just like in a duel
It seems that they’re competing to see who
Has got the highest tower of their smoke-stack smoke
The men and women who walk along the street
Are inhaling the smoke of the factory air
A boy who was peddling a paper suddenly collapsed then and there
Because the boy is poor he can’t afford
To make sure his illness is treated
At home he stays alone in his bed
While he coughs hard clutching at his chest
The boy lay in his bed in his apartment with a wooden window above
And from it, he was watching us
Continuing on until another night
The boy’s big sister now is in a bind
She’s forced to add some more onto her work
To keep her little brother’s bills paid for
The humans appear to work all of the time
They even stay awake into the dead of night
It’s the same case today for the girl;
She went to work at a cotton mill
It just so happened that the factory was
Also beside a big paper mill
They’re fighting to compete another night, and billowing the smoke out taller still
Now the smoke, it moves higher and higher up, till into the sky it has even reached us
Then it turns into a black cloud and blocks out the factory below us we spoke of
And so now it is because of that building where the girl must work
None of us can see anymore
Humans see us wherever they are.
The name they’ve given to us is “the stars”
And we’re the things that they all pray and wish upon...
But that doesn’t mean we can do very much
There aren’t any miracles we can cause
Because high up in the sky, all of us--
Because the boy is poor he can’t afford
To make sure his illness is treated
The girl is forced to add more onto her work
So she can pay for his treatment
Now the smoke, it moves higher and higher up
Till into the sky it has even reached us
