You chase the light like I donBut only I know your light’s not the moonnI see fear keeps you awake toonBut where do you go when daylight comes?nnLittle dustwing, flynnWhy is the end nearer at night?nI swear to you, in my pillow, she hidesnI’m afraid. I’m not ready to die.nNow you see why I chase the lightnnLittle dustwing, flynnSee me, I’m much like you,nChasing the wrong moonnnConnections lost, a function of youthnNow the time and the love and the youthnAre fadingnLike the dust on your wings.