Cry to the one who's waiting for you

As your precious little child, I know you're always thinking of me

You don't love me because you saved me, you saved me because you love me



Puff, little puffer, see how high you can fly

The star that you are can probably puff a mile high

but when you're so, so high it's a long way down

so drink, little drinker, see how fast you can drown

The superstar that you are can probably float all night

but once you start sinkin', who's gonna save you tonight?

When you're done splashin' and strugglin' and gaspin' for air

trip, little tripper, see how nothing is there

The shining star that you are can probably make things just appear

but everything you see may not really be here

When you're done laughin' and cryin' over imagined joy and sorrow

slam, little slammer, like there's no tomorrow

The shooting star that you are can probably bang an eight-track

but when you're so shot up there just might be no coming back

and when you're done slavin' away to all the demons before you

cry, little child, to the one who's waiting for you...