tell me all about your foreign wars and all about the photographs that line your drawers, 'cause i know a lot about closing doors, but not enough about what opens up yours. oh my, my, oh my stars, everything you see is ours, or it could be, if you would try. i wish you would, i wish you might. oh, if everything you've said to me has been true, oh, then all my stars are leading me to you.