| Song | Song About a Star |
| Artist | Okkervil River |
| Album | Down The River Of Golden Dreams |
| He cut your strings so that he could float | |
| Lit by lights, lifted by alcohol | |
| Over acres of loving coast | |
| Far away from your lonely ghost | |
| Now he’s cool and all floating anchorless | |
| Ports of call, where it’s fabulous | |
| After all of this watching himself just crawl | |
| Think you see him? | |
| He’s not there, that’s just light that’s not yet dead | |
| Wait two hours and watch what’ll be there instead | |
| Was he small and cold like a ring you call up from home | |
| Held so tightly, his limbs went numb | |
| Worn away between your finger and thumb? | |
| Well, now he’s bought and sold | |
| Cry his call number down the phone | |
| He can’t hear you, he’s on his float | |
| Waving down to the folks at home | |
| As the cameras love all of his faces | |
| They hide all the traces of you in his heart | |
| Stand in line to hold forth on his grace | |
| But you won’t even get a head start | |
| As his close-up comes cascading down from above | |
| The eyes of a nation in love are looking on all of their hopes held up | |
| And the words that some screenwriter counted and chose | |
| And then set in their sequence and froze | |
| Unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks for all of us but one | |
| And honey, he’s gone, and baby, he’s everyone’s | |
| In the dark sky tonight | |
| Cast your eyes on the dim light that he will become | |
| You’re like everyone who thinks they see him | |
| He’s not there, that’s just light that’s not yet dead | |
| Wait two hours and watch what’ll be there instead |
| He cut your strings so that he could float | |
| Lit by lights, lifted by alcohol | |
| Over acres of loving coast | |
| Far away from your lonely ghost | |
| Now he' s cool and all floating anchorless | |
| Ports of call, where it' s fabulous | |
| After all of this watching himself just crawl | |
| Think you see him? | |
| He' s not there, that' s just light that' s not yet dead | |
| Wait two hours and watch what' ll be there instead | |
| Was he small and cold like a ring you call up from home | |
| Held so tightly, his limbs went numb | |
| Worn away between your finger and thumb? | |
| Well, now he' s bought and sold | |
| Cry his call number down the phone | |
| He can' t hear you, he' s on his float | |
| Waving down to the folks at home | |
| As the cameras love all of his faces | |
| They hide all the traces of you in his heart | |
| Stand in line to hold forth on his grace | |
| But you won' t even get a head start | |
| As his closeup comes cascading down from above | |
| The eyes of a nation in love are looking on all of their hopes held up | |
| And the words that some screenwriter counted and chose | |
| And then set in their sequence and froze | |
| Unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks for all of us but one | |
| And honey, he' s gone, and baby, he' s everyone' s | |
| In the dark sky tonight | |
| Cast your eyes on the dim light that he will become | |
| You' re like everyone who thinks they see him | |
| He' s not there, that' s just light that' s not yet dead | |
| Wait two hours and watch what' ll be there instead |