They taught us about the stars in school.
White giants and novas and dying stars.
But tonight, the moon and the sun and the stars align.
And I know, soon I’ll have to stop telling this lie.
Have I traveled too many light-years from the truth
to recognize it now?
Te Amo, mi amour,
But my Nana never taught me the word for
So I can’t promise you more that I already have.
Tonight, the sky looks different,
The horizon tinged with red,
Like ET from my childhood,
I’d phone home,
But the older I get, the more
I wonder where home will turn out to be.