The stars, are they talking to us tonight?
Do you think they will actually guide us?
Our shoes are on, laces tied.
You don your cap as I wear mine.
Our bags are packed and shouldered.
Do you think we are ready?
Is this the risk worth taking?
So long, lonesome crowded town.
Your lights always did shine too bright,
Your nights too loud, our dreams too soft.
As ready as we'll ever be, young as we need to be, and hope over everything.
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