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