a finer purpose

when no one knows just how tired you are
you seem a giant to the wide-eyed child
whose heart and mind are fixed upon a star

the end's not near the starting point is far
you cannot understand being so mild
when no one knows just how tired you are

the prize is so much more than a cigar
you say this to the one who has just smiled
whose heart and mind are fixed upon a star

your soul is weighed and sold in the bazaar
and you discover how much you're reviled
when no one knows just how tired you are

the fruit's been boiled and stored inside a jar
you know the one who happy has been styled
whose heart and mind are fixed upon a star

we find the fall of night becomes no bar
since one who matters most starts to run wild
when no one knows just how tired you are
whose heart and mind are fixed upon a star