Stars On My Ceiling

I've been collecting toy soldiers and sea shells
the old things from the closet
I read through the moments
memories of memories I had
There's someone singing softly
my father, the t.v.
the stars on my ceiling
It's all so faded yellow
that sky was painted over long ago

I'm falling
falling
falling

A young boy
took a moment
and cast it behind him
He watched it from then on
a wish that eluded
the boy

I've been dreaming
of packing and leaving
the old things lost in boxes
I can almost feel that moment
memories of memories
There's someone singing softly
my father, the t.v.
the stars on my ceiling
It's all so faded yellow
the stars were painted over long ago