I shine bright like the wide, wide world..

I wanna miss you, lonely as the desert sand;
Sparkle like a star, stranger in a faraway land.
Pockets tie his hands up, feet stuck right where he stands,
Divide grows wide ‘tween work and the wants of a man.

One hand holds the pulse, the other a steering wheel,
On one hand it is his curse, on the other it’s what is real.

I shine bright like the wide, wide world,
When you’re standing on the moon, she could be just any girl.
Your hands are tied, but your heart is free,
If you learn to cut the rope, please, make your way to me.