You don't look a day over ten so why be
  Do you have to pretend to be older than you are
  Beads and mirrors by your body
  And in some roadside bar you feel the pain
  Little Star
  
  Lost on a merry go round, on the game
  You can never be found cause you don't know who you are
  The reservation killed your nation
  And in some tourists car you feel the pain
  Little Star
  
  You know you know
  We grow and grow
  We never slow
  We always win
  And you feel lost
  And you feel crossed
  And you feel tossed
  Just like the wind
  Your father will have told you of the wind
  
  Bowed those fine heads that, once proud, roamed the plains
  They sought nothing to gain 'til our fathers civilised
  And broken hearted arrows roamed the skies
  Then you were born to feel the pain
  Little Star
  
  You know you know
  We grow and grow
  We never slow
  We always win
  And you feel lost
  And you feel crossed
  And you feel tossed
  Just like the wind
  You know you know
  We grow and grow
  We never slow
  We always win
  And you feel lost
  And you feel crossed
  And you feel tossed
  Just like the wind
  Your father will have told you of the wind