Over three hundred thousand stars make up the solar systemnThey hang around all night and talk to anyone who’ll listennAnd lecture you on which way you’re bound to gonBut the only thing he thinks about the only thing he needs to knownIs not his time and date and place of birthnBut only that he’s born in the same galaxy as hernnSo go over to your girlfriends house and ask her for yourselfnCause after all you know her better than anyone elsenThis town’s so small it could be built of cardboard boxesnWhen the walk from you to her is the same length that 14 blocks isnnAlways chewing on fingernail, surrender or set sailnnIt’s given with a spoon of sugar but take it with a grain of saltnYou can’t blame him for dreaming that cannot be a faultnAlways judging books by what’s written on the sleevenMake sure you don’t read everything that you believenHe locks his door and turns his head towards her streetnDon’t try to cheat the future cause you’re just cheating yourselfnA jackpot in the lottery, you’ll chance meet a handsome strangernRelying on some prophesy to be your lifes re-arrangernShe’ll leaving soon so you gotta flynHe walks past the church they’re singing ‘el anamor ardini’nA hymn written in Hebrew, to him it sounds all GreeknDon’t try to cheat the future cause you’re just cheating yourself