When you got something good It's a special thing Ain't like lookin' through a window At a 20 carat ring It's more like sand through your fingers On a beach in the night After rowing for hours Just tryin' to get there alright When you see somethin' bright Makes you stop and think Ain't like high heels on the sidewalk Ain't like mascara on the sink More like a stranger in strange land With a basket on her head Makin' all the children smile As she hands out the bread Yeah the light from the furthest star Gets here last Yeah the light from the furthest star Gets here last Yeah the light from the furthest star Gets here last Yeah the light from the furthest star Gets here last