When the moon begins to fade out
When your heaven starts to fall down,
I'll be your guiding starlight
And if I serenade myself,
and put my pride on the shelf,
and tell you that I was wrong
I guess it's not news to me,
I guess it's just history
that a man gets it wrong,
When the morning hurts your eyes, friend
And the day turns into night -time
And hope holds no tomorrow
When the moon begins to fade out
When the heaven starts to fall down,
I'll be your guiding starlight
And this fair weather friend
was never at the rainbow's end
I guess it's not news to me,
I guess it's just history
Should have been there all along,
If the moon begins to fade out
When the heaven starts to fall down
I'll be your guiding star, light
I'll be your guiding star, light
I'll be your guiding star you