Текст: Alex Nackman. Stars.

Sunday night beginning of May
Most children sleep but I am still awake
Cool breeze coming through and I am not alone
Many days have past here watching telephones

Can all the stars line up my way
To think that they will is that naive of me?
Can all the stars line up and stay?
Can all the stars line up my way?

Monday comes and I've never felt so far
If it wasn't meant to be than why did it start
Everyone keeps saying, 'You've got to work hard'
Convincing was easy years ago and now I'm not that sure

Can all the stars line up my way
To think that they will is that naive of me?
Can all the stars line up and stay?
Can all the stars line up my way?

Not far behind is Tuesday's smile
Days I want to hear my name aloud
Sometimes looking far at my morale
I'm thinking to myself have all my efforts been worthwhile

Can all the stars line up my way
To think that they will is that naive of me?
Can all the stars line up and stay?
Can all the stars line up my way?

Ticking clocks and speeding foxes
Won't defy my trying times
I see this star, it's sitting large
Stay the course in this line
Oh yeah, yeah, this straight line

Can all the stars line up my way
To think that they will is that naive of me?
Can all the stars line up and stay?
Can all the stars line up my way?