A battered bag hung in a tree
Rustles like the fallen leaves
It's hung up there, an empty sack
Can't go forward, can't go back
The constellation streetlights' glow
The firmament displayed below
And in the dark the passing cars
Describe the arc of shooting stars
And someday it may finally fall
It might get lucky, so say we all
It's still up there, just rearranged
Waiting for the wind to change
A final breath, a shift of air
It's blown away to god knows where
And someday it may finally fall
It might get lucky, so say we all
And someday it may finally fall
It might get lucky, so say we all