Lyrics

The sun never sets on your empire
There's a light always burning for you
Somewhere in your blue territories
Maybe I'm burning too
So I watch you float down the stairs
A travelogue postcard cut from the air
And I hope for the hint of a flash
Of a smile from you

But do I leave myself open
Face to the wind
Pit hope against hoping
Maybe you'll come back down my way

Now I wait like a cloud to disperse
A weather event that won't come clean
Like a b-side you mean to discover
When the single loses its sheen
And the song in your head will cease
To mean what you think it means
I've got a tune to cure what ails you
A snappy refrain when memory fails you

In a moment I wouldn't trade
For all the ingenues on the Upper West Side
I'll go from an overlooked footnote
To an index of pleasant surprise
Shed this paier-mache disguise