| Can a man be really sure of his spot |
| Can he hold on to the little that he thinks he’s got |
| Can he look around him and trust what he sees |
| And can a woman be sure she’ll still have a home |
| When the whole world leaves her all alone |
| Will she wake up with the flood around her knees |
| Needing one star falling? |
| Is there one star falling? |
| I see a man in a little back room |
| The shades are drawn and in the gloom |
| I see him on the floor with his head in his hands |
| And now he rises up with a vacant stare |
| As the camera fades and leaves him there |
| But still the picture remains of a broken man |
| Needing one star falling |
| Give me One star falling |
| Is There One star falling? |
| Is There One star falling? |
| So close your eyes and rest your head |
| Turn off the tv and go to bed |
| Will it still be there when you wake up |
| Cause danger rides on the wind tonight |
| And reason flickers like candlelight |
| So look up to the sky and wish for luck |
| Wish for one star falling |
| Wish for one star falling |
| Is there one star falling? |
| Please |
| Give me one star falling |