[ Featuring the Orcas ]
What am I going to do?
The stars have gone out of view
Everyone's run away
And it's all my mistake
I wrote the longest kind of list
Of all the problems that I must fix
I just need a special gift
A secret magic trick
The only trouble is
That there's nothing magic about me
It's the strangest kind of pain
To see the lines that I can't change
I can hide so far away
But it won't be quite the same
I could make the trees all walk
Or I could make the flowers glow
But how to right this wrong
Is something that I don't know
But I don't doubt the stars will come out
