As I look up at the starts tonight,
I'll slowly raise my hand.
With open fingers,
And yearning hands,
I'll reach for constellations.
Fingers grasping at empty air,
A whisper silent on the breeze.
A tear rolling slowly down my face,
Reflecting moonlight to the air.
Hand slowly sinking back to my side,
An empty fist of empty air.
A whisper to the stars,
A promise I will keep.
Tell the stars,
I say hello.
And so goodbye I'll say to you,
But to stars I will say hello.