(lyrics and music by James Seals and Brian Whitcomb, 1980)
From the album THE LONGEST ROAD (1980).
People get a little to loose. They forget, they abuse.
Well, people get a little too tight, and it ain't right.
You're in your car, driving too fast. You're pushing hard, just trying to get past.
Oh and they just don't care about the little white lies. Yeah, they'll unwind.
Oh, I don't know if it's wrong or it's right. Oh, I only know the feeling tonight.
Too loose, too tight. Where is the light?
You're in your house, just trying to be cool. The radio's on by the swimming pool.
Oh and your people get, say you're a-movin' to slow. Now where do you go?
Stars, they only try to come out at night. [And wars that no one ever wants to fight?]
Too loose, too tight. Where is my light? Where is my light?
Oh, you're in a bad way. You know I can hear you call.
Ah the shadow's great, the rain is about to fall.
Oh and you try to rest, too much to beat it all. Lose it all.
Stars, they only try to come out at night. [And wars that no one ever wants to fight?]
Too loose, too tight. Where is the light? Stars . . .
Stars, they only want to come out at night. Stars, they only come to fill up the night. Stars, stars.
Stars, they only want to come out at night. Stars, they only come to fill up the night. Stars, stars.