“Crying seems to do you no goodYou try and live your lifecounting the seconds and the hours Your mind is weary,as you turn and feel your heart talk the bluesIs it worth trying to catch a falling star ? Emptiness lurking in the shadowsfilling every corner of your restless mindgazing through the haze you're hoping to find,yourself, for realor just marking time Grass is green yet you stumble on to the other side,chasing rainbows of a colourless kind Crying seems to do you no good You try and live your lifecounting the seconds and the hours Your mind is weary as you turn and feel your heart talk the bluesis it worth trying to catch a falling star ?”