Stars On My Ceiling

I've been collecting toy soldiers and sea shells

the old things from the closet

I read through the moments

memories of memories I had

There's someone singing softly

my father, the t.v.

the stars on my ceiling

It's all so faded yellow

that sky was painted over long ago

I'm falling

falling

falling

A young boy

took a moment

and cast it behind him

He watched it from then on

a wish that eluded

the boy

I've been dreaming

of packing and leaving

the old things lost in boxes

I can almost feel that moment

memories of memories

There's someone singing softly

my father, the t.v.

the stars on my ceiling

It's all so faded yellow

the stars were painted over long ago