I was born in the city of Toronto, Given on the third of July. Beneath the stars and the satellites And the ceiling of my room, I would cry.
Saying, "Mother, do you know where I've been hiding? Father, do you know where I've been?" In the yard, under the maple tree. These shoes are getting too small for my feet.
And it won't be long before I'm on my own. And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites Will always bring me home.
Brother, do you know what I've been wishing? That I would let the time fly if I could, 'Cause my eyes have always tried To see much further then my mind has understood.
Twenty-five-years-old and I'm worried That I might never take the time I need, 'Cause my head has always been So much older then my shoulders can believe.
No, it won't be long before I'm gone, It's true. And I'm hoping that the stars and the satellites Bring me home to you. Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/dan-griffin/stars-and-satellites-lyrics/#vaMclbJt4hwJyAE5.99