The Man In The Wings

It's my song and I sing for the man in the wings

Is it strange when we never have shared anything?

I don't ache for some tender exchange in the dark

That will pass

But the purest refrain will haunt us again

And he has that with me

When I've nothing to bring

I sing for the man in the wings

We won't speak, he won't ask me to follow him on

And his name if I ever did know it is gone

Back to back I can hear his pulse racing with mine

Both in time

I'll be waiting for him before I begin each line

And he won't mind

That I've nothing to bring

When I sing for the man in the wings

And they tell me he walks alone

It is said that he is stone

Without knowing the shape of him

I am certain they are wrong

We'll meet in a different place

Me, the man and the song

I don't long for some fleeting exchange in the dark

That will pass

But the purest refrain will haunt us again

And he has that with me

When we've nothing to bring

I sing for the man in the wings