Shooting Stars

I caught a ride,
I caught a ride
On a shooting star
Once.

Just once,
She had places to go
You see, places to be,
Away from me.

She didn’t quite know,
Just where she would go,
But she was going there fast,
We weren’t meant to last.

Out of this world,
High off the ground,
I wonder if shooting stars
Ever come back around.

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