| Standing beneath the black night |
| Staring at the neon lights |
| Listening to the songs of love, |
| floating down from up above. |
| Around me stood my family |
| chatting amongst 'selves happily |
| while I looked to the stars and sighed |
| For the only outsider there was I. |
| And so for one night, that night |
| bewitched by the stars' light, |
| I would change my role of the bad son |
| to that of one of a sweet one. |