Vaguely she floats and lacelike
Just out of reach outside his bed
He's got some just for laughs, he's got some for love
Bruised from banging into things
The wars of pride and property
She kicks the covers off of his sleep
Lot's of forty watt successes
Some to shed a little light
With long legs, long lonely legs
She's nebulous and naked
Fighting behind his eyes and over seas
He tried but he could not get it down
She demands his head
He's the well kept secret of the underground
One day he was standing just outside her door
Describing what it is to lose
He was carrying an armload of bright balloons
Some to shed a little light
For truth or mystery
And she teased him for the moon
Was getting back that girl he had before
Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view
That mainline to his blues
The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew
He says, "Where's my own shining hour?"
Just more Twentieth Century Fox
He's in debt to the company store
She commands his head
Just more bang-bang ketchup color to him
He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme
He grabs at the air because there's nothing there
Tonight unknowingly
For the clumsy things he said
She tries his sanity
On you and on me
She just laughed
Brave reporters bring the battles home
But tonight inside that box
He wonders where she's been
Tied to a string for me?"
Because his only channeled aspiration
On a human story
All because that ghostly girl comes haunting
Her evasiveness stings him now
Blown in like a curtain on the night wind
"Is one the moon, dear clown
She said she heard him knocking
He tried but he could not get it down
