(Westerberg, T. Stinson, Mars) 3:31
Well you wish upon a star
That turns into a plane
And I guess that's right on par
Who's left to blame?
If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Plenty of times you wake up
In February make-up
Like a fool and the morning star you're gone
(chorus)
Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's pickin' Valentines
Hey you pop up in this old place
So sick and so divine
Are you strung out on some face?
Well I know it ain't mine
If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will,
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Trouble keeping your head up
When you're hungry and you're fed up,
Like a moon and a northern star you're gone
(chorus)
If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will,
And I'd knock you back with something sweet as wine
Yesterday was theirs to say, this is their world and their time
Honey, tonight belongs to you, tomorrow's mine