Those Stars Above

The stars above that I see at night They don't really seem right Maybe my eyesight is off But aren't they supposed to seem bright They don't, At least not to me Mean this respectively, but it seems I am the Only one in the world who can see all Of the problems that no one else seems to see How come? Maybe something has changed Maybe I've changed Maybe they already burned out and We are just waiting for Hundred light-year flares to kill us Now doesn't that seem weird? That we must ask for the answers that we'll never remember or care for? That we must ask for the answers that we'll never remember or care for? Wait No, no I think I get it now These stars above I see at night They're not ever supposed to be right These stars above remind us That the world is full of imperfection It sends a message, it answers a question Beauty's in the eye of the beholder But as I grow older, I can't help but wonder Just what else is really out there But as I grow older, I can't help but wonder Just what else is really out there These stars above I see at night They're not ever supposed to be right These stars above remind us That the world is full of imperfection It sends a message, it answers a question Beauty's in the eye of the beholder But as I grow older, I can't help but wonder Just what else is really out there But as I grow older, I can't help but wonder Just what else is really out there