Looking out my window,
I see it every night.
It's always full of surprises,
so I wonder if there's life.
Life beyond the blackness,
life beyond the stars,
could there be life out there,
living beyond those stars?
But that's not the only thing I think about
when I'm gazing out my window.
All that, up there, and me below.
I wonder if those stars truly have the power
to make all these wishes come true,
'cause there's a couple things I'd like to ask it,
if they really do.