Is it like catching a star?Or is it just dark pointing ahead?I could almost see a little sparkStand up, stay straight up, stay proudThe last laugh's loud, bending my earI can hardly hear the cheering crowdCall myself, I cannot prepare of what's to comeI cannot beware of what lies aheadI can only find out for myself in the standCall myself, I cannot prepare of what's to comeI cannot beware of what lies aheadI can only find out for myself in the standIn the standIs it like catching a star?Or is it just dark pointing ahead?I could almost see a little sparkStand up, stay straight up, stay proudThe last laugh's loud, bending my earI can hardly hear the cheering crowdCall myself, I cannot prepare of what's to comeI cannot beware of what lies aheadI can only find out for myself in the standIn the standLift your head, silly boyI seem to know all you need to knowLift your head, silly boyI seem to know all you need to knowLift your head, silly boyI seem to know all you need to knowLift your head, silly boyI seem to know all you need to knowLift your head, silly boy