H ow come the s un didn't m ake it tod ay?
Is it t ired of what it's been shining d own on?
C ould it be G od didn't w ake it tod ay?
You couldn't b lame him
S ometimes it feels like the s un j ust comes u p out of h abit
And goes d own as q uick as it c an
These d ays you j ust have to g rab it as i t goes by
H ow come the s tars didn't c ome out ton ight?
Are they t ired of what they've been shining d own on?
C ould it be G od had a f ew doubts ton ight?
You couldn't b lame him
S ometimes it seems like the s tars a re just g oing through m otions
They don't s ee the p oint of it a ll
They shine s hine but y ou get the n otion they w onder why
M aybe the sun saw everyone p ulling his neighbor's hair
H e couldn't rise without the skies f illing with filthy air
D o you suppose that he knows? That he k nows but h e won't tell us
H ow come the m oon just won't r ise up and s hine?
Is it t ired of what it's been shining d own on?
C ould it be G od couldn't m ake up his m ind?
You couldn't b lame him
S ometimes it feels like the m oon's h eart j ust isn't i n it
It gives l ess than a ll of its l ight
It shines s hines but j ust when it's g reatest it s tarts to die
H ow come the s un didn't m ake it tod ay?
Is it t ired of what it's been shining d own on?
C ould it be G od didn't w ake it tod ay?
You couldn't b lame him
S ometimes it feels like the s un j ust comes u p out of h abit
And goes d own as q uick as it c an
These d ays you j ust have to g rab it as i t goes by
