Chasing Stars

When chasing every car
Is like chasing every star,
All these bright lights
Become my satellites.

So, I’ll chase the moon
And I’ll swing and I’ll swoon;
I stare into eyes like silver,
As his lips make me quiver.

I don’t know if I’m in the wrong,
But sing along with me this song
While I’ll chase the cars
And pretend I’m chasing stars.