作曲：Mary Chapin Carpenter

Today Joseph is sitting alone with occasional nods to the waitress

She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum

making her rounds on the lunch shift

Counting out coins

he leaves them arranged in neat lines and circles and arcs

She just stares at the tip that spells out her name and ideas are like stars

And yesterday pedaling down 4th Avenue between the stalls and the bookshops

The sepia tones of a lost afternoon cradled a curio storefront

And inside the air was thick with the past as the dust settled onto his heart

And here for a moment is every place in the world and ideas are like stars

They fall from the sky they run round your head

They litter your sleep as they beckon

They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread

They promise if only you'd let them

For the language of longing never had words so how did you speak from your heart

Yet here is a box that swears it has heard that ideas are like stars

Tonight Joseph stood out in the yard as Debussy played from the kitchen

Celestial companions 'til mornings first lark shone overhead and he listened

And who was that shadow there by the gate who was that there standing guard

It was only loneliness and loneliness waits and ideas are like stars

Ideas are like stars