And he wants to have the faith that his grand-daddy did,
Talking to God in black and white terms on his death bed,
But the world is so small,
And God’s technicolor children dance in his head,
And he can’t turn ‘em off
And he can’t turn back...

CHORUS
     He can’t be everything, for everyone
     He can’t be the moon, and the stars
     And still be the shining son
     And still be the shining son, the shining,
     Shining son, the shining, shining son...

He hopes old lovers, think of him in his best light
As charming and complicated..
Things would’ve worked out if the timing was right...
But history‘s revision
Broken hearts have 20/20 vision,...
And it keeps him up at night
It keeps him up at night

And he wants to sail around the world and discover himself,
To find his name engraved on the edge of the continental shelf
And know that he comes from something,
And that he’s going somewhere else
More than dusty death...
And with his last breath

CHORUS
     He wants to be everything for everyone
     He wants to be the moon, and the stars
     And still be the shining son
     And still be the shining son, the shining,
     Shining son, the shining, shining son...