Song About a Star

He cut your strings so that he could float
Lit by lights lifted by alcohol
Over acres of loving coast
Far away from your lonely ghost
Now he's cool and all
Floating anchorless ports of call
Where it's fabulous after all
Of this watching himself just crawl
Think you see him
He's not there
That's just light
That's not yet dead
Wait two hours
And watch what'll be there instead
Was he small and cold
Like a ring you call up from home
Held so tightly his limbs went numb
Worn away between your finger and thumb
Well now he's bought and sold
Cry his call number down the phone
He can't hear you he's on his float
Waving down to the folks at home
Think you see him
He's not there
That's just light
That's not yet dead
Wait two hours
And watch what'll be there instead
As the cameras love all of his faces
They hide all the traces of you in his heart
Stand in line to hold forth on his grace
But you won't even get a head start
Get a head start
As his close up comes
Cascading down from above
The eyes of a nation in love
Are looking on all of their hopes
Held up
And the words that some
Screenwriter counted and chose
And then set in their sequence and froze
Unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks
For all of us
But one
And honey he's gone
And baby he's everyone's
In the dark sky tonight
Cast your eyes
On the dim light
That he will become
You're just like everyone
Who thinks they see him
He's not there
That's just light
That's not yet dead
Wait two hours
And watch what'll be there instead