(Piano, soft kick drum, voice fragile) I keep my dreams in mason jars, Tied with strings of shooting stars. One for the light that’s yet to come, One for the songs I’ve not yet sung. One for the love that’s just begun, One for the battles I’ve outrun. Oh-oh-oh, it’s a jar of starlight, Every wish a spark in the night. Oh-oh-oh, I’ll keep them safe and bright, Till the dawn turns my dreams to sight. Till the dawn turns my dreams to sight. One for the kid who sees the light, In every shadow, every night. One for the hands that hold me tight, Through the storm and through the fight. One for the world to sing as one, One for the setting of the sun. And if the wind should blow too strong, And scatter all my jars along... I’ll catch the light, I’ll catch the spark, And wish upon the dark. Oh-oh-oh, it’s a jar of starlight, Every wish a spark in the night. Oh-oh-oh, I’ll keep them safe and bright, Till the dawn turns my dreams to sight. Till the dawn turns my dreams to sight. For the dreams we’ve yet to see. For the light that’s yet to be. (Sound: piano fades into silence) ...For you and me.
