When I continued [bad word] away, what kept me in your hands? Did you ever think your flock would stray, or that they wouldn't understand when you said, "Wait here, ‘til I return with your brother that was lost to the ways of the world?" 
Catch me in your arms, like stars in the eyes of telescopes. And, once there I rest, never let me go. No!  Never let me go! 
It was your love that said, "You're no longer a slave, but a son." 
What could I learn by fighting the fires with matches and gasoline? Oh how [bad word] and melodramatic are we, for trying to make sense of all of this! 
Just don’t let me fall back through the clouds, to the ground.
Catch me in your arms, like the stars you hold in your hands.