Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
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 hes cool and all,
floating anchorless. Ports of call:
where its fabulous, after all
of this watching himself just crawl.
Think you see him?
Hes not there,
thats just light
thats not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch whatll 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 hes bought and sold.
Cry his call number down the phone,
he cant hear you hes on his float,
waving down to the folks at home.
Think you see him?
Hes not there,
thats just light
thats not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch whatll 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 wont 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, hes gone.
And baby, hes everyones.
In the dark sky tonight,
cast your eyes
on the dim light
that he will become.
Youre like everyone
Who thinks they see him
Hes not there,
thats just light
thats not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch whatll be there instead.