Here is an oldie and a goodie. Enjoy. Shooting Star Harry Chapin (klr) He was crazy, of course >From the first she must have known it But with him And she shown it And she took him off the street And she dried his tears of grieving She visions She be lieving He was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star She was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But He was dancing to some music No one else had ever heard He'd languages And she would word And when the world was laughing At his castles in the sky She'd body Until he fly He was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star She was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But She gave him a son She was a mother and a wife And a lover when the day was done He was to far gone for giving love What he offered in its stead Was the knowledge she was the only thing That He took off east one morning Towards the rising sun's red glow She nowhere But of go And as she stood and watched him dwindle Much too empty to be sad He side her Saying "You're had" He was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star She was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But I hope you all enjoy that one. I have a wide variety of popular artist and venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at < [email protected] > and I will e-mail my list to you. Ken Reynolds