SuperConstellation

She should have got off easy with a broken heart He chased her night and day until her body stopped In cities made of money just waiting to start The doom talkers talk The past becomes muddy She could have got off easy with a broken heart And chased the night away All in a day, Watching the night Fall from the sky I'm hooked on a feeling So high, I shoot through the ceiling Money never made it better... Nothing ever made it settle down... Nothing really made it any better... I thought what passed For old superstition Would never cross our path From station to station We lost our way On a super constellation Falling from the sky While we waited for something What in the world were we waiting for?