you are like a child, with your folded-arm denials
and a convalescent look
and your pleading hands out front
you are like a con locked away for doing no wrong
oh, the system is your foe
but your alibi's see-through
you are like the moon in the fading afternoon
like a distant memory
you don't mean a thing to me
what ever happened to you, baby?
you once were the light that helped to show me
when I was right and when I was wrong
and now all you are is a line in a song to me
you are like the wind, howling through deserted glens
your power is intense
but your audience has left
you are like the stars, so near and yet so far
like an ancient mystery
you're unsolvable to me
what ever happened to you, baby?
you once were the guide that helped to save me
from when I was right and when I was wrong
and now all you are is a line in a song to me
you are like a dream, reoccurring to me
when I wake, I can't recall
what you were saying, at all