you are like a child
with your folded-arm denials
and a convalescent look and your pleaded 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
whatever 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
whatever 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