I look up at the star-speckled night,
a polka-dotted expanse of black.
I wonder if there’s others in those stars,
imagine if they looked back.
As I look up at those other worlds
I see a blazing comet fly by.
I made a wish upon that shooting star,
I wished that I could fly.
If I could fly,
I’d run-away to that world of twinkling lights,
and I’d live forever in a world of,
Star Speckled Nights.