So congratulations, you look to the stars
A collective pat on your backs
But thousands of you will sit there and dream
For every good dreamer who acts
Watching Star Wars a dozen times

Just won't get us into space
And if that's the best we can do, my friend
It's the end for the human race

Chorus: It's time to stop dreaming
And time to start doing
It's time to stop playing and plan
With generals' scheming
And bureaucrats stewing
They'll kill all our dreams if they can

At the wild conventions you party and play
And you sing all night of the stars
But we probably could have bought our own ship
On just what you spend in the bars
Government funds won't get us wings
If they all get cut to the bone
If we don't write letters and work for those stars
We may live here and die here alone

I suppose we could hope that someone out there
Will appear and make it all right
Or carry a few of the chosen away
To the edges of infinite night
But after all why should they care
If we reach our goals or not
And if no one is willing to try we deserve
To be stuck in this backwater spot

Now you're probably angry at all that I've said
And you probably have the right
But I'd love to see us all reach for the stars
As we reach for these songs tonight
Now I love the fact that you like my tunes
And I hope you'll always care
But I'm waiting still for the day when I
Can be singing my songs out there


Words and music: Kathy Mar

Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar