raise your arms for victory   drink to love, drink to me   we’ll start over   we’ll start new this time   with all stars and shadow   and we’re all stars, I know, I know   around a thanks-giving moon   a misty light imprecise and still from a jagged bright sickle moon   the big man stared him down in the middle afternoon   hid the blood and the metal   with his hands   with his hands, with his hands...   oh, is that a star?   oh, shallow victory...